This was blood. This was family. No matter how long they had been separated, there was a sense of familiarity between them.
It had been a long journey and a lonely one. Finally, she came home in tears.
Ye Jian didn't know why she was crying again. When she realized that she was crying, her face was already covered in tears.
She raised her foot and took the first, then the second step… When she stood on the ninth step, she looked up at the old man who was waiting for her to approach. She saw the tears glittering in the old man's eyes and the excitement under his kind smile.
She walked up the stairs step by step. Before Ye Jian could walk over, the calm old man had already reached out his trembling hand. Ye Jian stood under his outstretched hand and let him gently caress the top of her head. He sighed and said, "Child, you can come home now."
