"Five years, he's been gone for five years."
"Yes, five years."
Gu Tao's memory has gradually faded in people's hearts. Few remember a man in pink armor who once single-handedly shocked the entire world.
H City is as calm as ever. The headquarters of the base has completely changed its appearance. Because the children were of school age, Xiuling moved down from Mount Kunlun to live in the small courtyard that holds memories of the past.
The persimmon tree in the yard has borne fruit again, hanging heavily on the branches. Hei playfully climbed up to pick persimmons to eat, throwing them down one by one for Mrs. Bai to taste.
The winter sunlight was just right. Jing Yuan sat beside reading a book, while Xiuling delicately embroidered flowers with a handkerchief. It was a rare day off, and she was too lazy to move.
