Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment before something seemed to propel her to run back to the balcony, gazing intently through the old window at the street below.
She counted in her mind, and when she reached "13," that familiar figure finally appeared on the pathway in the community.
He walked briskly under the afternoon sun, almost jogging.
His entire being exuded a youthful and carefree energy.
The passionate, clean, radiant "boy" from her memories had finally broken free from dullness and oppression.
The Tang Song she saw this time was much better than what she had hoped for or imagined.
Tears began to gather in Zhang Yan's eyes.
It's wonderful that he's doing so well.
She genuinely felt happy for him.
She just quietly watched, motionless, until his figure disappeared around the corner of the community.
She didn't know how much time had passed.
That familiar silhouette appeared in her sight again.
This time, he was carrying many items, but it was unclear what they were.
