Wenyan could no longer hear what the young girl was saying behind her.
The wind rushed past her ears, deafening.
She took one step at a time towards the old man in front of her, across the span of fifty years.
With every step, it seemed as though a part of the memories and images in her mind were collapsing.
A parting that had lasted fifty years.
In her memory, her big brother was so young and striking. Fifty years had passed, and now that he was old and haggard before her, she hadn't recognized him at all.
He had aged to such an extent.
Was Mother Su still around, was Mr. Shen still alive?
What about the others?
Wenyan felt as if she were walking on the fragmented ruins, each step taken with great difficulty.
Only when the elderly man turned around did Wenyan finally wipe away her tears.
"Hi, big brother."
Just like she had fifty years ago when she first appeared before Shen Jingxiu, she forced a smile and waved at him.
