Ye Wanxin carefully picked up the one hundred and twenty yuan with the hem of her clothes and walked towards his wife's room. She secretly thought that she must return the money to the young master in the future. The future is long and one day will be paid off.
When passing by the yard, the weather was perfect. The afternoon sun hit her over the treetops, making her feel uncomfortable. In a daze, she seemed to see the two people under the tree that year again. The boy who was at a loss and the girl who couldn't stop crying.
When and where? Is it reality or a dream?
