Returning to a familiar place, Lei Dalong, whose hair had started to turn gray, was sitting at the garbage recycling station. He still had that honest and simple demeanor, but his face had aged, lacking the optimism and joy he once had.
Typically full of hope, Lei Dalong lit a cigarette, smoking it absently. His vacant gaze peered into the distance, as if reminiscing about something, and finally he shook his head with a bitter smile.
"Uncle Lei."
The sudden voice startled Lei Dalong, feeling somewhat familiar. He instinctively extinguished the cigarette and looked up quickly. His slightly aged face broke into more wrinkles as he smiled upon seeing Qiann Yan.
"Little... Little Qiann Yan?"
Even though she had changed a lot, he could still recognize her.
Even without watching the videos circulating online, he could still recognize her.
A few years ago, when he saw those videos, he was full of emotions.
