Fang Yan accompanied Shao Qing back to the old house. No one had lived there for a long time, and weeds had overgrown the entrance. Spiderwebs covered the eaves. They spent a long time cleaning everything up. The moment they stepped inside, Shao Qing spotted a photo of herself and her father hanging on the wall. Tears streamed from her eyes. Fang Yan wiped them away, kissed her forehead, and held her close.
Shao Qing looked at the old pushcart outside and remembered how Tian Ran used to push her from behind when they were children, like an older brother. But now, everything had changed.
