The dream was shrouded in grayness, like an eternal haze that could never dissipate.
Shen Siyuan stood in an old, dilapidated yard, resembling Xiao Ya's home, yet more rundown than in reality.
He saw a young man holding baby Xiao Ya in his arms, but there was not a trace of joy on his face, instead, it was full of impatience, while the woman beside him secretly wiped away her tears.
The scene shifted, Xiao Ya had grown to over a year old, just learning to walk, stumbling and trying to throw herself into the man's arms, but he kicked her away in disgust, making Xiao Ya fall to the ground and cry loudly, yet the man ignored her, turning to drink with his card-playing friends.
Next was when Xiao Ya was three years old, and her grandfather was still in the village.
