Eating alone, sleeping alone, resting alone.
When every year the colleagues around him were gathered with their families, relatives, and friends.
He would stand at the red gate of Chinatown, order a bowl of noodle soup, eat it, and just like that, count it as another year…
When other people had someone at home, someone by their side in the hospital, whenever they had a headache or a fever.
His stomach ailment would flare up in the middle of the night, and in that lonely house, clutching his abdomen in pain, he would grope around for medicine.
His hand would land on the empty pillow beside him; he'd stare blankly, fall silent for a while…
And then, just like that, it would be as if he had forgotten the pain in his stomach.
At sixty-four, Feng Chengxuan finally returned to the country.
Li Zhi's sudden deterioration forced him to break his oath and come back for one last look.
Only, what could looking change?
