One hundred seventy thousand six hundred and fifty-four years.
This number fell like a huge stone in Zhou Li's mind, instantly shattering his prideful calmness and confidence.
He slowly sat in this void space, watching silently at the memory of Tao Yao, the elder sister who gazed at the back of the young boy.
"That day... I left."
As if the sound cracked, Zhou Li bowed his head and said hoarsely in a soft voice, "She came to find me, came to the school to find me..."
The moment Zhou Li pushed open the house door, Tao Yao regretted it a bit.
How could true family members not understand each other's thoughts?
Tao Yao knew everything Zhou Li did was for the two of them. He studied hard to not let her down, even though Tao Yao never said, "I dropped out and worked for you." Everything he did was to let Tao Yao live a better life, to allow this sister who dragged her crippled legs with all her might to live comfortably in the future.