Time flies like an arrow, the years pass like a gentle stream, and another year hastily slips away.
This year, Yue'er turned six. She could hold a bowl to eat rice and was beginning to remember things.
She had not seen her parents for more than three years, and doubts had begun to grow in her heart. She often pestered Hong Yuan, asking when her parents would return and when he would take her to Nanyang Government.
At this moment, in the courtyard, Hong Yuan's Original Body stood under a tree, watching little Yue'er scurry up and down the firmiana tree like a little monkey.
"Little Uncle, tomorrow is Grandpa's birthday. Surely, this time, my parents will come back, right? I can hardly remember their faces," Yue'er said. She sat on a thick branch, blinking her bright eyes as she asked Hong Yuan, her voice tinged with worry.
Senior Brother Mo Jiuyou and his wife...
Hearing Yue'er's hopeful question once more, Hong Yuan maintained a composed expression and continued to deflect.
