She told herself that he hadn't died, hadn't died, but that explosion... Every time there was no news of him, her disappointment and despair doubled.
She thought about the things she had done in the past and regretted them so much—making him sad, worrying him, not listening to him—and as a result, they had been separated for more than three years. He had changed so much...
More than once, she wondered what she would do if he appeared before her.
Now, all she wanted was to hold him.
Gong Heng let her hold him. Someone had told him to wait here today for a child's mother, and so he waited.
But what he got...
Was a figure from his memories, engraved in his mind, etched in his heart.
Yet, he couldn't remember her.
Gong Heng let her hold him, her body so small that she seemed to struggle slightly to encircle his waist. Her face was small too, her large, watery eyes visible at a glance.
She was truly a tiny person, so tiny that he could lift her with just one finger.
