In that instant, Jun Wangchen felt as though he had returned to his childhood.
Among his childhood playmates, there had been an older girl in a white dress who acted as their leader, taking them everywhere to play.
Whenever his mother scolded him after he got home, that girl would always come running to apologize to her and shoulder all the blame herself.
Whenever someone bullied him, she would also act as his shield, driving those nasty children away.
Unfortunately, after they started middle school, they rarely saw each other because they studied in different places. Her family was poor, too, and depended entirely on her support, so she spent almost the whole year working away from home and seldom returned.
Even so, an unexplained sum of money would arrive in his mother's bank account every year. It was not much, but it was enough to show that she cared.
He knew the person sending it was Wang Xia.
When he heard Zhou Shun's news today, he had not really held out much hope. Never had he expected to actually find Wang Xia here.
"Sister Xia... Sister Xia..."
The affectionate call escaped Jun Wangchen's lips, laden with over a decade of longing and the weight of the years.
The cleaning woman's mop clattered to the floor. She quickly raised her head and studied the young man before her. Tears suddenly welled in her eyes, and she cried out joyfully, "Wangchen?"
"Sister Xia, it's me!" Jun Wangchen's nose stung with emotion as he pulled Wang Xia into a long-awaited embrace.
"Wangchen, your clothes are dirty." Wang Xia felt the same sting of emotion, but then she suddenly seemed to realize something and hurriedly pushed him away.
"Who says my clothes are dirty? I still remember that white dress you wore when