Ziyi stayed in the room, staring blankly at the photo on her phone.
It was the life sketch she drew of Pei Yuanchen.
She later redid a version with fewer details to submit as an assignment, while the first draft was hung neatly in her studio.
Thinking about that day, she felt an urge to cry.
Ziyi sniffled, reaching for the small cross around her neck.
Even though Uncle Xiaobao said this cross was nothing precious, it was his and held his warmth.
Since that day, she had worn it around her neck, never taking it off, even to sleep.
But even with his belonging here, it's uncertain if he would ever return.
Ziyi bit her lip in discomfort.
Xiaobao tiptoed in, gently patting her shoulder, "Auntie..."
Ziyi turned to see him, forcing a smile, "Xiaobao, have you eaten enough?"
Xiaobao nodded, "Auntie, have you eaten?"
Ziyi was stunned, not answering.
Xiaobao glanced around and saw the plate on the table, "Auntie, eat quickly, or it will get cold."
