At dusk, a solitary moon hangs high.
Inside the medical clinic, Zhang Fan listened to snippets from Ming Yunxia, and faint, fragmented images emerged in his mind.
At twelve years old, his condition was indeed somewhat disoriented. According to Li Yishan, his soul was lost.
Perhaps he had just experienced a shock and hadn't recovered from the trauma, sometimes even failing to recognize people.
Such a state lasted about a year. Zhang Fan seemed to change into a different person and began to return to normal.
"Sister Yunxia, did my dad come by later?" Zhang Fan asked.
"No... You father and son only stayed for about six months, and then never came by again."
Ming Yunxia suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "Oh, my grandfather mentioned before leaving that if you ever came one day, there was something for you."
"Hmm!?" Zhang Fan quickly asked, "What is it?"
"I don't know, it's meant for you... Wait a moment."
