His fair skin had turned golden with age, reminding her of the beer they once drank at the beach. Her bright eyes sparkled, but were no longer direct and hot.
He approached step by step, salvaged the past events scattered in the dust one by one, and pieced together the memories that were floating like a dream.
The figure in Yingying's smiling eyes gradually became clearer, and she stubbornly spit out the title she had shouted countless times: little uncle.
Long time no see, my little girl... He replied quietly in his heart
