I haven't seen my sister-in-law Lin Mansu for many years. I don't remember exactly how long it was. It was probably so long that her appearance turned into a hazy outline in my mind.
Even in this memory, she is still an ever-blooming flower, so delicate and beautiful that people can't take their eyes away.
That summer, she was standing on the edge of the platform wearing a moon-white cheongsam and dragging a huge suitcase. She turned back and waved to us with a smile on her face, but I knew she was not happy.
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