"It's alright, no need to trouble yourself." Jimo Kong shook his head, yet his expression was full of nostalgia: "It's been a while, and our little Qianqian has grown up. Why did you come here all of a sudden?"
Luo Qianqian gently helped Jimo Kong up and assisted him to the bed by the side, her face filled with sadness as she lightly shook her head: "Teacher, why are you like this? Where's Brother Chaeng?"
Looking at the cleanliness of the photograph, it was evidently a stark contrast to the room.
Despite the garbage scattered all over the floor and the room filled with a rotten smell, the photograph was as clean as if it was wiped every day.
"It's a long story..." Jimo Kong smiled bitterly, unsure of how to begin, tugging at the corners of his mouth before looking at the photograph: "He's gone to work, he will be back later in the evening."
