Su Yue rests her fingertips lightly against the cool window. Six years have passed, and at last she has returned. In the seat beside her, five-year-old Su Xiaohang is engrossed in a comic book. His long eyelashes look like two little fans, and his profile is as exquisitely sculpted as a work of art. Most striking of all are his deep eyes, exactly like someone's, which never fail to stir the softest corner of Su Yue's heart.
"Mom, are we really going to live in Lin City?" Su Xiaohang looks up and asks in his childish voice, pointing out the window with a small finger. "The buildings here are so tall."
Su Yue looks away and reaches over to ruffle her son's hair, her voice gentle. "That's right. We'll live here from now on..."
