With slightly trembling fingers, he flipped open the album, revealing yellowed old photographs.
Most of these old photos were of Chen Xin's parents when they were young, since later on, when Chen Xin went to college and digital cameras became popular, keeping photographs had gone out of fashion.
Gently stroking these photos, looking at his once high-spirited, handsome parents and himself as just a little kid, more tears streamed down Chen Xin's face.
Everything in the photos had long become memories, and even the places where these photos were taken no longer exist, becoming hard to trace. He had grown to the age his parents were in the photos, while his parents were already covered with white hair, their looks aged.
The greatest regret and sorrow in life is nothing more than when you want to care for your parents but they are no longer around.
Fortunately, Chen Xin still had the chance to see his parents again, as long as he could cross the thousands of miles blocking his path.
