What exactly happened that year, turning a pair of lovers into two people separated as if by the ends of the earth?
The airport announcement echoed as Zhan Zishu's flight arrived.
Seeing him walk out of the exit, Zhan Se's vision blurred slightly.
He had changed!
Her father, who used to quote classics, engage in lively discussions, and explain Chan Buddhist principles, now held an urn with hands that had become thin and sallow in such a short time. The heavy bags under his eyes hung on his face, wrinkles deep as if carved by knife, the whole person had lost weight drastically, looking over a decade older than the day he had left Jinshan Villa.
"Dad..."
Softly calling out to him, she went forward to help steady him.
"Dad's fine." He said quietly, his expression calm, even managing to free one hand to pat her head comfortingly.
And then, he saw Tang Yu in the crowd.
