The night in the small village was exceptionally serene. The moonlight outside the window sprinkled down, bringing with it the scent of grass mixed with the aroma of soil. Added to this was the pleasing sound of crickets, creating an unpretentious, but genuine, peaceful rural night.
His parents had already gone to bed. It was perhaps their most restful night in the past eight years. Xiao Chen had many feelings in his heart, the strongest one being guilt. He had not been filial for eight years, wandering in another world. How much bitterness had the elderly couple endured?
Looking at their grey hair, Xiao Chen felt waves of heartache. Time had no mercy, no one could stop its march. How much time did his aging parents have left?
