Then, a girl dressed in pink cotton clothing emerged, like a pink butterfly fluttering from the red brick tiled house.
Like a whirlwind of pink, she rushed to Gu Qiaoqiao and hugged her tightly, exclaiming with joy, "Sister, I've missed you to death..."
This was her younger sister, Gu Qianqian.
The little girl's excited face was flushed red, and her eyes, identical to Gu Zishu's, shimmered with tears.
The sisters had grown up together and this had been the first time they were apart for so long.
Then a middle-aged woman hurried out of the house.
Her neatly cut short hair, her delicate face, and her eyes looked moist under the sunlight.
Behind her followed a somewhat gaunt middle-aged man.
Wearing glasses, with slanted sword-like eyebrows and pursed lips, he strode at an even pace, appearing like a schoolteacher from the Republic of China era.
He seemed stern, yet a faint smile lingered on his face.
