Song Tian stepped out of that place.
The sunshine outside was strong, and she felt that her heart, which had been sinking into numbness, finally began to feel a slight revival.
She couldn't help but look back at the place with its mottled white walls.
Inside, there were still many, many people.
Every day, people came in, and every day, people went out.
"Tiantian?" an excited voice came through.
Against the wall, Mr. An, Mother An, and her unfamiliar sister An Qinqi, all stood there looking at her.
Mother An stood in the middle, having seemingly aged a lot in these three years. Song Tian thought hazily, she didn't have any white hairs before.
Her feet moved involuntarily toward them.
"Dad, Mom, sis," she called out softly, tears falling unexpectedly.
The feeling of freedom and family was so wondrous.
"Mom has made a lot of delicious dishes, my Tiantian, you've gotten so thin," Mother An said, her heart aching at the sight of Song Tian.
