A word of comfort, like a small flatboat floating toward her in the vast ocean.
"Grandfather..." She paused, shaking her head, "May I hug you, Grandfather Gu?"
Old Master Gu was startled for a moment, then smiled, "Fine, come here! Let me give you a hug!"
Although he was just a few steps away, each step weighed heavily upon her. Until she stopped in front of the old man, staring through tear-filled eyes at his loving, smiling face.
He Zhilan reached out her arms to embrace Old Master Gu softly, whispering, "Grandfather Gu, you have to live a long and healthy life! I'm sorry! I'll never be back. Also, I got married last year, he is very good, I love him."
Tears fell like a torrential rain, soaking the clothes on the old man's chest.
This home ceased to be hers, He Zhilan's, thirteen years ago, and she would never set foot in this place again.
