In the room, Long Ziyang seemed oblivious to the sounds of fighting outside, standing quietly beside a bookshelf. On it was a photo frame with a picture inside, showing a family of three: a dignified man and a gentle, charming woman.
The young girl with pigtails was beaming with joy, regardless of her size, her laughter hearty and radiant.
Once, Long Ziyang countless times longed for time to flow back, to the happiness she yearned for.
Yet her mother's image was incredibly blurry, even now, looking at her mother's beautiful face in the photo, it still seemed fuzzy, because she couldn't recall her mother's voice, couldn't remember the words spoken to her, had forgotten too much, leading to more confusion.
But today, as Long Ziyang looked at this photo, the man also became blurry, completely like a stranger.
Finally, her heart grew cold, her nose tingled, her eyes turned red, and tears fell…
Unable to hold back, she took out her phone and made a call.
