Actually, after more than forty years, even the most difficult wounds have long scarred. Jiang Xin had already become numb from pain amid repeated remorse and longing, as she grew older, she even started to forget her sister's childhood face.
However, while faces can be forgotten, love cannot be forgotten.
She will always remember the joy when her sister was born, and she will always remember the little figure that wobbled toward her when coming home from school.
She remembers every call of 'sister' from Xiao Jiangqin, and she remembers the burst of joy in her heart when she heard that 'sister.'
These joys, after Xiao Jiangqin's passing, transformed into a thorn, silently piercing the bottom of her heart.
It won't cause heart-wrenching pain, but the thorn can't be pulled out, tormenting a person for a lifetime.
Jiang Xin's eyes turned a bit red.
She stared blankly at the photo of Yang Liu.
Suddenly, her gaze became fixed.
