The noisy world comes to an end, leaving only the night.
Looking up at the starry sky, Wang Fan's voice softly emerged.
"Second Uncle."
"Hmm?"
"Did you sell the house back home?"
"No, I didn't."
"I don't believe you."
"Would I really lie to you?"
"I vaguely remember when I was five, I got sick, and it lasted quite a while. The treatment must not have been cheap."
"Huff... huff... huff..."
Wang Fan smirked and started pretending to sleep, a child's trick.
He could tell that ever since they set foot on Harbin's road, his second uncle had been particularly emotional.
After all, this is his hometown.
Although it's mine too, I've never lived here, so there's really no sense of belonging.
Perhaps the previous idea of taking the second uncle on a trip was wrong. He might prefer to live on this black land that bore and raised him.
