Jiang Cheng found that every time she returned from a trip, her longing to go home grew a bit stronger.
It was already late May, brimming with the vitality of spring, and gentle breezes rustled the willows.
By nearly five in the evening, smoke was rising from every household as children played outside.
They skipped rope, played hopscotch, played paper-piercing games, and played tag.
These were planned activities.
Those without plans just grabbed tree branches as weapons, playfully fighting and laughing.
Chasing one another, rolling over and getting up without a care, continuing to run.
Jiang Cheng dashed down the familiar road, her twin braids flying behind her.
From afar, she saw Shen Yue playing house with the kids from the courtyard at the door.
"Yue Yue——"
The playing Shen Yue suddenly turned her head, and the moment she saw Jiang Cheng, she dropped the little stones she'd painstakingly collected.
"Sis——"
