Mingming saw her mother come out and, delighted like a little bird, flew towards Pan Yue. The young lady Jingjing also briskly walked over, and the two little ones tugged at her skirt, calling "Mother."
When everyone heard that Pan Yue had remembered some of the past, even if it was just a short fragment, they were all extremely happy.
From that day on, Pan Yue would occasionally go up on deck with Manjiang. Especially during the time of the evening glow, one could always see the two walking hand in hand. The glow of the setting sun turned half the sky red, casting a crimson reflection on the river in autumn, and also painting Father Jiang and the young mother's silhouettes in the same hue—one as steadfast as a pine, tall and upright, the other graceful like a willow.