He stared at those autumn-yellow leaves, but the image that flickered through his mind was of a petite young girl.
He had thought he would not think of her.
Yet after she left, it was as if he had been poisoned by her, from time to time, he found himself remembering her.
Maybe it was the influence of the others?
At home, they would often bring her up in conversation. Every time Shujun came back from Balibao, she would inevitably mention that woman, and Yuenin would sourly face every time he arrived at the restaurant. Although he never voiced it, anyone with eyes could see that he'd become emotionally stirred by memories, craving the food that woman had made, missing her!
As for Yixuan...
Almost every other day, Yixuan would paint a new portrait. Now, Yixuan's room was filled with paintings of that woman, some smiling, others sorrowful, some seated, some lying down, and even some standing or riding on horseback...
