After getting off the plane, the drizzle continued. After a while, Ye Jian finally arrived at the river where Principal Chen had personally scattered the ashes of his old company commander, squad leader, and two comrades. The drizzle turned into rain.
It was very cold here. The riverside and under the rocks were covered in thick ice. Only the water at the entrance of the waterfall was still powerful. It broke through the sound of ice that stopped it from surging and carried the broken ice down.
The cold wind messed up Ye Jian's hair, and the cold rain drenched her face. Ye Jian walked step by step to the place where Principal Chen used to stand. There was already a metal fence here. She couldn't any father.