The heavy rain was pouring down, washing the streets of Yuncheng late at night.
Xiao Zhan did not hold an umbrella. He wore an old military uniform that had been washed white and clung to his body, outlining his steely figure. Five years later, he finally made his way home. What he held tightly in his hand was a crumpled photo, on which a little girl with braids was smiling brightly - his daughter, Xiao Yu.
According to the address in his memory, he stopped in front of a luxurious villa. The laughter and lights in the courtyard were incompatible with the miserable wind and rain outside. Today seems to be his nephew's birthday.
Xiao Zhan frowned and was about to ring the bell, but his eyes were caught by a low, dirty wooden shed in the side corner of the villa. It was like a doghouse. But the moment a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, he saw it clearly!
