Time flies, years pass by like the weaving of a shuttle.
In the blink of an eye, eighteen years had gone by.
City G.
A vehicle bearing the logo of a moving company stopped in front of a residential building.
"Alright, move everything up to the 12th floor. Be careful, there's porcelain inside!"
"Master, please handle these with care."
"These go into the bedroom, these are kitchen utensils."
...
A gentle-looking housewife directed the movers, glancing around before frowning and calling out, "Xiao Shan? Shan-zi? Where on earth did you go?"
Thud, thud!
In the midst of the sound of a basketball hitting the ground, a teenager slowly popped his head out from nearby. He was probably about sixteen or seventeen, dressed in a white T-shirt, with a short buzz cut, looking bright and energetic.
He was holding a basketball and was going through a rebellious phase, waving his hand and saying, "Mom, you go ahead... I'm gonna play some ball!"
"I'm so angry, I'm going to die from anger."
