This was the place where she'd lived day in, day out. Every flower, every blade of grass, every brick, every tile, all bore witness to her every day.
In the past six years, Duan Lan had craved to see her countless times, repeatedly sending people to the Yu State to inquire about any news of her, even though the news would just make him feel miserable.
Now, standing truly and definitely on this piece of land where she had lived for six years, a sense of satisfaction, even joy, welled up in Duan Lan's heart, a feeling he had never experienced before.
Wanting to laugh at himself, he found himself surprisingly easy to please.
Six years, not long, not short, changed too many things, he had changed, what about her?
Duan Lan remembered the day he saw her at the wharf. Despite her veil hat, he could almost imagine her expressions and tone of voice while speaking. She hadn't changed, not at all.