He, with a mind as gray and chaotic as ash, hurriedly packed a bundle and rushed out the door.
For so many years, he never dared to open the bundle, only kept it in the trunk with the key on him.
Suddenly, he felt somewhat puzzled why Grandmother suddenly handed him some of Uncle's clothes? If it were just for remembrance, many things could suffice, like a jade pendant, a fan, or even a painting and calligraphy. Why clothes?
Thinking of this, he seemed to realize something and hurriedly took out the key from his body, went to the bedroom, and tightly closed the door. He dragged the trunk out from under the bed, it was very big and he struggled to drag it with one hand. Soon his back was sweating, he gritted his teeth and dragged it out, used his shoulder to brace the lock while struggling to unlock it with one hand.
