Voices rang out in his mind one after another. San Zang stood where he was, his expression calm and motionless.
A moment later, a clear tear slid from the corner of his eye. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the three figures before him—strange, yet familiar.
After all these years, he had thought he had already let go. He had thought he had already made peace with it.
But after experiencing it firsthand once more, he realized that talk of acceptance, talk of letting go, was all a joke.
From beginning to end, he had merely been deceiving himself.
"Big Brother Xiao Tian, Nuannuan is so cold... Nuannuan hurts so much... Can you hold Nuannuan?"
At that moment, the little girl before him spoke again. Her eyes were brimming with tears as she staggered toward San Zang.
"Alright..."
San Zang said hoarsely, then slowly opened his arms.
The next instant, the little girl entered San Zang's embrace, and he naturally lifted her into his arms.
"Big Brother Xiao Tian, you once promised Nuannuan that when you grew up, you would take Nuannuan as your wife. Have you forgotten?"
The little girl blinked her large eyes at San Zang, her face innocent and guileless.
"Of course I haven't forgotten. Of course I haven't forgotten."
San Zang spoke word by word, staring fixedly at the little girl as countless memories surged into his heart.
"Great! Then can Big Brother Xiao Tian take Nuannuan as his wife now? Nuannuan really, really wants to become Big Brother Xiao Tian's wife."
Hearing that San Zang had not forgotten, the little girl spoke with delight.
"Alright... alright."
San Zang nodded again and again.
At that moment, the two little boys also came up to San Zang's feet. Tugging at his trouser legs, they looked