At 11:30 AM, Wang Fugui brought Ms. Cao Guifang to Mengjin Matun.
Seeing Mengjin Matun in the daylight, Cao Guifang was filled with nostalgia.
More than eighty years ago, Mengjin Matun had been a bustling place, with many ships coming and going and crowds of travelers.
This was where she had parted from her husband all those years ago. But the times were turbulent, and not long after he left, she passed away.
Time was cruel. In the blink of an eye, her very soul had begun to age, yet she still hadn't been able to wait for her husband's return...
The once-bustling Matun was now covered in sand and weeds.
If not for a dilapidated wooden boat not far from Matun, you wouldn't even be able to tell this was Mengjin Matun.
It was Wang Fugui's first time seeing Mengjin Matun. As he stared at the desolate scenery, a memory that wasn't his own suddenly surfaced in his mind:
The sun blazed overhead. A young wife leaned on her husband's shoulder, reluctantly shedding tears.
