My stomach felt like it was on fire, as if the tears that should have flowed out were held back in my stomach, fermenting and brewing there.
If that person hadn't spoken, he really didn't want to return to this place.
He was troubled by worries when awake and nightmares when drunk. It was obvious that his alcohol was no longer effective.
He had once wondered why, if Heaven considered him, a sinner living a life of shame and despair, they chose to take his family instead of him. But now he understood: perhaps this was Heaven's punishment. For the guilty, death is a relief, while life is an endless hell.
He sat for a while longer and finally decided to stand up.
The moment he stood up, he suddenly seemed to sense something and raised his head abruptly.
The moonlight shone through the mountain gate onto the mossy stone road. Faintly, a woman was walking through the dense rain and mist, coming from under the pear tree full of white flowers. Her black hair was as black as the distant mountains.
That graceful figure was so familiar that it reminded him of the days and nights many years ago when he stood at the intersection, waiting for his two younger sisters to come back from buying wine.
The wine bag in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. Luo He's eyes were full of disbelief, and his voice was hoarse and trembling.
"Azhu?"
His voice dissipated in the rain and fog, and a gust of wind blew by, hiding the woman's figure again.
He rubbed his eyes hurriedly, then unconsciously took a few steps forward, looking around for the figure.
"Azhu? Is that you..."
The wind suddenly stopped, and the rain and fog that covered his eyes suddenly dissipated.
The woman was standing about seven or eight steps away from him, looking at him expressionlessly.
The wind blew up her long hair that covered half of her face, revealing a shocking scar.
"I found you."
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