Hometowns are strange places. Even if your time there wasn't pleasant, staying away for too long will inevitably evoke genuine longing, especially at certain moments.
Changtian, however, was staring at her hand. That small hand lightly rested on the carved jujube wood window, bringing with it a delicate beauty mixed with a tinge of pitiful fragility, as if a mere squeeze could shatter it.
He raised his palm to envelop her hand completely, moving it back, then closed the carved window, turning her around to face him, softly asking: "Little baby, is there something on your mind?"
"Hmm..." She snapped back to reality from her daze, noticing the worry surfacing in his eyes, she couldn't help but softly say, "Nothing, I just remembered some things from the past."
