Many years later, Wang Hai was still alone. His leg, too, had ultimately become disabled.
Xue Yue happened to run into him twice, and each time, he would ask her if Meng Ye had been in contact.
Meng Ye never returned, nor did she contact any of them. No one knew where she went. Right up to his death, Wang Hai never saw the woman he longed for again.
Of course, Wang Hai never married. As for whether he had other women, Xue Yue didn't know—not that she cared.
'It's just a shame to have lost a friend. I wonder how Meng Ye is doing, wherever she is.'
But of course, that is a story for another time.
It was the twelfth lunar month again, and this year, the entire family was heading back to their hometown for the New Year.
He Zichen and Yun Shu had made their relationship official, so they were going back too.
He Ziniannian wasn't on duty at the hospital this year, and since he hadn't been back for a good many years, he was going with them as well.
Daya had joined the army.
