When she turned around, he looked back too. What a familiar face. What a kind smile. Her Uncle Chen… was waving goodbye to her.
Ye Jian cried and smiled again. Ye Jian, who was crying and smiling, raised her hand and waved at the empty Yellow River.
Commissar Yan followed her gaze. Besides the rain and the sky, there was nothing else.
"Let's go, girl. It's time for us to return to the Southern Province," he said softly. He held Ye Jian's cold hand and left with her.
'Old Chen, I'll come and see you next time. If there's a chance, I'll bring Ye Jian along to see you.
'I still have to meet… Old Liu. I have to tell him that you left. I don't know what he did in prison. I'll go over and visit him this time to see if I can understand the situation.
'Now that you've left and Old Liu is in prison, our relationship will dissipate.'