"How could it be?"
"How could it be?"
"How could it be him!"
No, it must be an illusion. It has to be an illusion. How could he come here? How could he dare?!
Looking at the weathered face he least wanted to see, Zhou Shen muttered to himself in disbelief. His stunned pause allowed the old man, who was sitting on a stone stool with a timid, fearful expression, to spot him.
The moment he saw Zhou Shen, he reflexively sprang up from the stool and shouted excitedly, "Shen!"
As the name left his lips, tears streamed uncontrollably down his cheeks. This face... it's the face I see even in my dreams!
Just as he started to run toward Zhou Shen, the latter, as if to deceive himself, flinched violently before turning and walking away at a brisk pace.
