Zhou Xiaozheng lifted his head and blinked his sore eyes, hoarsely saying, "Auntie, you take a rest first. I won't leave; I'll stay here with you. We'll talk when you're feeling better."
Old Mrs. Cheng tried taking several deep breaths, felt a bit better, and then said, "I've always been waiting, waiting for someone to bring the token and bring you over, but waiting and waiting, I never saw you. I thought maybe the world was too chaotic, you were too little, maybe it was hard for others to bring you out. I should just wait patiently.
But when I got married, the token didn't appear, and you didn't appear; when I had my child, you still didn't appear. I don't know where I went wrong, maybe I was too foolish, forgot, or misunderstood something. I kept recalling every word my sister said to me, remembering her saying you were in a secret place, a safe place. I thought as long as the child was fine, I'd wait a bit longer. And so it was until Liberation, and still no token, no you.
