Ye Chutang gave a slight nod, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.
"Father, Mother, and our older brother didn't leave much behind. I just kept this as a memento."
Ye Yunfeng's expression was touched, as if he too was pulled back to that winter several years ago.
He had truly thought he was going to die back then. Who would have thought that his sister would manage to escape with them amidst the chaos?
That night, they nearly froze to death in the snow.
The heavy snow, which had fallen for days, finally stopped the next morning. The sky cleared for a rare moment. When the sunlight, devoid of warmth but piercingly bright, spilled down, he realized with a sense of disbelief—they were still alive.
Third Brother was the first to notice the bundle his sister was carrying on her back.
The bundle was actually just a piece of cloth she had haphazardly torn from the hem of her dress and tied into a knot.
