Song Xiuwen knew he was going back, and his emotions were noticeably agitated. Huang Shihui calmed him: "Xiao Song, you must steady yourself. Only if you are steady can the Song Family be steady!"
Song Xiuwen nodded.
Huang Shihui followed Song Xiuwen back to the mansion.
On the way, Song Xiuwen kept looking out the car window. He had been in a coma for sixteen years, and T City had already changed its appearance; it was no longer the same as sixteen years ago.
The roads were wider and smoother, the surrounding streets richer and more luxurious.
The buildings were taller, the people more numerous, and the clothes everyone wore were better looking.
This world had indeed changed while he lay unconscious there.
He looked at his face in the rearview mirror, and he realized he had aged too.
Back then, he was forty, and time hadn't yet left any marks on his face. But now, white hair, crow's feet, and wrinkles had all climbed onto his face.
