"So this is the place?"
Zhang Tiandong glanced around, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly before he covered his nose in disgust.
"Why does it have such a strong, sour stench?"
"I was born here. I grew up here. What about it?" Li Xiaosang shot him an indifferent glance.
Beside them, Chen Qishou touched his forehead in resignation before smiling.
"Alright, let's go in with Xiaosang and have a look. Didn't you say you wanted to visit an old acquaintance, Xiaosang?"
Only then did Zhang Tiandong belatedly realize he had misspoken,
He quickly forced a smile.
"Xiaosang, that's not what I meant..."
Li Xiaosang ignored him, simply striding forward to set foot on this familiar ground once more.
She glanced around, a little puzzled. Many of the wooden huts in the shantytown seemed to have been rebuilt. 'What's going on here?'
But thankfully, the overall layout hadn't changed much; it was still the place she knew.
Involuntarily, Li Xiaosang found herself thinking of that boy.
