"Sir, is that you?"
Under the glow of the fiery sunset, Chen Che asked these words with a slight tremble in his lips.
The kind and towering figure merely glanced at him, gently patted the rock beside him, and said in a warm voice, "Sit."
He lit a cigarette and handed one to Chen Che, one that he rolled himself.
Chen Che sat beside him, his fingers slightly trembling as he lit the cigarette, his eyes somewhat blurred.
Chen Che's throat choked with emotion; there were many things he wanted to say, yet he couldn't express them.
In the council hall, everyone watching this scene, seeing Chen Che at this moment, was full of confusion.
They did not understand why Chen Che, who endured a century of solitude, could not remain calm when seeing this figure, to the point where his emotions nearly collapsed.
They would never know the status this person held in Chen Che's heart.
