Old Qin felt waves of darkness before his eyes, and he bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, trying not to fall, at least, not here!
He turned slowly and made his way back, step by laborious step, towards home!
Home, an ordinary-looking word, yet brimming with countless meanings.
So many people strive their entire lives, struggling just to have a home.
A place to shelter from wind and rain, a place to anchor one's heart, a place that feels warm!
Most importantly, it must house someone who waits for you, someone who truly knows your comforts and pains!
Caring and cherishing your beating, living heart.
Somehow, the snow from the sky began falling heavier and heavier, gusts of freezing wind carrying the snowflakes slapped against his face, the pain sharp like a knife, piercing to the bone, so cold that his heart seemed to freeze.
Old Qin staggered, and he did not know how long it took before he finally reached his doorstep.