Shuikou Village had become Ye Jian's home port. Every time she leaves, she would see Uncle Gen who would silently send her off by the side of the village. She would begin to miss home before she had even left.
In the past, only Uncle Gen stood alone at the entrance of the village. Now, seeing Uncle Chen beside him, Ye Jian, who had tears in her eyes, couldn't help but smile.
"I'm afraid I won't have many chances to come back in the future." Ye Jian wiped her tears away when she couldn't see the two elders anymore. She said sadly, "I wonder if I can come back once a year?"
The roads from the village to the town and then to the city were mostly mountain roads. Xia Jinyuan's driving skills were good and he drove steadily. Hearing that, he smiled and replied, "If I say that you won't be able to come back in four years, will you be sad?"
Four years?
