When it was first planted, this peach tree was just a small sapling, as tall as she was. But in the blink of an eye, so many years had passed, and the peach tree in the yard had grown taller than the rooftop.
Youran Tang looked up at the bare trunk above her head, desperately holding back her tears.
Yet the tears refused to be held back, streaming down her face incessantly.
Just a week ago, her grandmother had called her to say that she had bought a lot of Chinese cabbage this month. When winter came, she would pickle them into sauerkraut and send it to her, asking her mother to wrap them into dumplings for her.
But how could it be that in just a few days, her grandmother was lying on the funeral bed, motionless?
Thinking about it, Youran Tang could no longer hold back and burst into tears.
Gu Yu stood in the courtyard, watching Youran Tang cry her eyes out in front of a peach tree. Eventually, he couldn't help but sigh and walked over.
