As they were about to leave, Mo Qishen's cousin held Mo's hand, her eyes red as she said, "At our age, every meeting will be one less..."
Who knows, next time they meet, if they'll have been separated by life and death.
Mo Qishen wiped away a tear, "Sis, we're both in good health! Don't say such things."
"These days, I've always been dreaming of the past, dreaming of my parents, dreaming of Uncle and Aunt, they said they'll come for me in a few days, I know, I don't have much time left."
"Sis!"
"Everyone has to face that day, don't be sad. This year you could come back, and that has fulfilled one of my wishes!"
The old siblings hugged and cried bitterly.
Mo Qishen left his cousin's house and went to visit his childhood friends.
They were called friends, but there was also a bit of a family connection with the Mo Family.
The elderly man was named Lin Cheng, with three sons and a daughter, the youngest son was still unmarried.
