What should have been a two-day journey had stretched to three with all their stops. By the time they reached the Capital City and dropped off Chi Yun'er and the others, Jiang Yihua could only shoot her a hard look. "Wait for me," he said in a hoarse voice, then turned and led his team away.
Mr. Chi had borrowed a cargo van from the hospital and was already waiting there with Mrs. Chi.
Once the convoy was gone, Chi Yun'er turned to look at her parents.
After she had been stuck in Bian Family Village, they had come down to the countryside to visit her two or three times. Each time, they looked more worn and aged than the last. But for some reason, the image of her parents in her mind was forever frozen in time—the vibrant, middle-aged couple they were before she left.
However, because of her—their willful, unfilial daughter—that short year in the countryside had been enough to sprinkle a light frost of gray upon the hair of the parents who worried about her day and night.
