The young and old sat in the foyer, looking at the snow and chatting.
Shen Xi wanted to know everything about Li Yuan, no matter how big or small. She craved every little detail of his life and to take in the good with the bad.
"The young master first came to the Li family's home fourteen years ago." Watching fluttering snow, Uncle Li strolled down memory lane. He spoke in an unhurried tone, "It was a snowy night like today when he came over."
There was nothing left of the Li family's home then. It was only an empty shell. The animal took everything.
Fortunately, Uncle Li got around things and managed to save the Li family's home. He wanted to wait here for the return of the young master – the only heir to the Li family.
Everyone said that the young master was dead. Uncle Li was the only one who knew and believed that the young master was not. The young master would return.
The day finally came.
