Zhao Weisheng lifted his gaze, and as soon as Jiang Xiuying's face came into his view, his breath got stuck in his throat as it did with her.
He stared at her in a stupor.
"Xiuying…?"
Is it really her?
They felt as if time had stopped for them. It was after a long, long time that they had finally seen each other face-to-face. It still felt like a dream to them.
Zhao Weisheng never believed that Jiang Zhen was serious. In all these years, he never let him see his love even once. He thought he wanted to laugh at him for being hopeful only to see it getting crushed. Or he thought that only Wei would be here.
"Xiuying…"
Just like her, the tears came falling even before he knew it. Suddenly, all those long years seemed as if they had passed in the blink of an eye.
Their children had grown up. Their grandchildren were married too. How long had it been? Close to forty years of separation…
And now they had finally met as their hair looked grey and their bodies had grown old.
