Home, a word filled with endless imagination and warmth.
For the vast majority of people, home may not be a beautiful word, but it's definitely a reassuring term. Anyone who returns home is greeted first with a sense of belonging, the familiar comfort of the sofa, and the familiar yet unremarkable taste of home-cooked meals.
And an older sister sitting in a wicker chair, smiling at her brother.
"Sis."
Zhou Li looked at the woman in front of him, with thousands of words boiling down to just one sentence. He walked up to Tao Yao, bent down, and gently hugged this warm and soft older sister, "I missed you so much."
"Would you die without that 'missed' word?"
Tao Yao poked Zhou Li's brow with a mix of tears and laughter, her beautiful and delicate face showing pure joy, "You always ruin the mood."
"Then let me cry for you."
