Twenty years ago? Hearing this, Su Ziceng felt even more nervous; it coincided exactly with the time Su Qingzhang returned to Mo City and Ye Taina passed away. When old people speak, they always reminisce and describe in a slow tone and pace. Although Su Ziceng was anxious to know more, he did not dare to interrupt, so he had to drink another sip of tea, suppressing the questions that almost burst out.
The gloomy sky began to drizzle like silk. Outside Old Lady Qiu's room, the balcony was near a centuries-old willow; its green branches swaying, blurring the old woman's memory.
