Seven years had passed.
It had been a full seven years since Ye Xiong had last seen his younger sister, Ye Yangyang.
When he left home to join the military, Ye Yangyang was just an eleven-year-old girl. She wasn't yet developed and always clung to him like a little shadow.
He never imagined that in the blink of an eye, she would have grown so much. She stood about 165 centimeters tall, slender and willowy. Her quiet temperament was just like the girl next door.
She just stood there, motionless, like a statue.
It was a world of difference from the mischievous, playful girl she was before their mother died.
He could only imagine what her life had been like. After their mother's death, a single transfer order had sent him to the military, leaving the eleven-year-old girl without a pillar of support.
Looking at that quiet, forlorn figure, tears streamed down Ye Xiong's face.