Pearl of the Palm

The first time they met, he took his injured subordinate to avoid the pursuit of the men in black and broke into the place where his father retired. The second time we met, he saw me dressed in white and playing on the street. The third time we met, he saw me holding bamboo slips in my hand and teaching his younger brother to read...'''''' He looked at my thin cheeks and said distressedly: "I must have suffered a lot in prison. Look at you, you have lost a lot of weight." I touched my face but it was not as thin as he said. I just smiled and shook my head in response to him. He gently grabbed my hand and looked at the scars on my hand, his eyes full of heartache. …