Song Shiyu did not stop sister Hong, but he did not say anything either.
Sister Hong opened the window.
A gentle breeze blew in from the outside.
Because it had just rained, the smell was particularly pleasant.
Sister Hong smiled and said, “Shiyu, I remember that you loved this kind of weather when you were young.”
When he was young?
Song Shiyu’s gaze was a little distant.
When he was young, other than the pitch-black space and the crisp voice of his little brother, he had no other memories.
The dark night was like a dense and strong net.
It trapped him firmly inside.
Thinking of this, song Shiyu opened another candy.
Sister Hong’s gaze fell on the candy. “Shiyu, when old madam left, you were the one she was worried about the most. She hoped that there was someone who could accompany you down the road.”
“Other than myself,”song Shiyu’s lips curled into a self-deprecating smile. “No one can accompany me on my journey.”