"Aunt Zhang, it's me." Hearing Elder Mrs. Zhang's voice, Lian He shuffled forward, embodying the saying that one's heart grows timid when one comes near home. A person not seen for nearly twenty years now stood before his eyes, and Lian He even felt too apprehensive to look directly into the old lady's eyes.
At first, he promised he would come back to marry Hualian, but he broke his word.
"Who are you?" Elder Mrs. Zhang placed the dates on the firewood rack beside her and slowly walked forward to see who this tall man actually was.
Lian He's lips trembled, and he didn't even dare tell Elder Mrs. Zhang who he was.
Elder Mrs. Zhang stepped towards Lian He, her gaze steady. Age had not severely weakened her eyesight; she could recognize familiar people by their figure and voice alone, but it took her much longer to discern those she did not know as well.
