Lin's Lost Memories (3)
Long Yat-sen grew up.
He had grown taller, more agile.
He managed to fill in his father's shoes while Long Xia chased after her dreams, Long Mei pursued music and art, and the twins decided to work with him. But Long Yat-sen had never forgotten the flower girl who gave him strength.
Long Yat-sen was at one of the biggest events of the year. There were stalls filled with street food, ornaments, crafts, games, and warm drinks. He hadn't wanted to go, but his family had been the ones hosting it every year, and the main event happened in their estate.
Long Yat-sen dipped his head back, letting his skin sunbathe. He watched the clouds pass by, swallowing thickly.
His gaze then went toward the crowd of families, couples, and children, enjoying what his family had offered.
He made a start to turn back his home, to shut himself in his room, and to not get out until the next day when the event is over, but something stopped him dead in his tracks.
A beautiful woman passed him.