In her final days, Yang Jun didn't choose to stay in the hospital; instead, she returned to her hometown.
A remote and tranquil small town.
There, the pace of life was very slow, so slow that an entire afternoon could be spent over a cup of tea or coffee.
Ji Sang had only visited a few times when her grandmother was still alive. A decade had passed, and not much had changed. The mountains and waters were the same.
Only, the houses here have become new, the people old.
Human life is not too long, just a few short decades; studying, growing up, working, starting a family, each stage has its own pursuits, and being immersed in them is but a fleeting moment.
Yet it's not short, either, like looking back after a certain age, realizing one's life had so many ups and downs, so many moments of brilliance and decline.
Ji Hanwen cooked at home, while Ji Sang walked along the river with Yang Jun.
