He Xiyan arrived at the Mo mansion at 10 AM the next morning.
She wore a long dark blue knitted dress and her hair was dyed a dark brown color. After she had put on makeup, she looked like she was only in her thirties.
She entered the mansion where she had once lived for three years. Twenty years later, the mansion had been renovated and the furniture that she had once picked out was nowhere to be found.
“Mrs. Ye…” Aunty Li who had been cleaning the house quickly put aside her cleaning materials.
“Where’s Mr. Mo?” He Xiyan asked after she greeted her with a nod.
“He’s in the living room.”
She walked toward the living room and she held a 30-inch package that resembled a frame in her hands. It was covered with a beautiful drawing paper.
She placed the item on a table nearby when she arrived in the living room. Then, she turned to look at the man in the wheelchair who sat beside the window.
This was her ex-husband Mo Yixuan.
He seemed oblivious to her presence and sat on his wheelchair unmovingly.
She studied his back profile. He seemed to have lost some weight.
He was very skinny and he was skinnier than she remembered when she last saw him at a function more than two years ago.
She paused for a few seconds before she slowly made her way to the window.
She finally saw his fingers twitch when she was about to reach him but he still remained silent.
She had spoken to Mo Ling who informed her that his father couldn’t enunciate clearly and sounded like he had a slight stutter but he could still communicate with others.
“Mo…” she started but she didn’t know how to continue.
“I’m here to visit you,” she finally said softly.
Mo Yixuan heard her. He bit his lips hard and he blinked several times. Soon, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.
He had known that she had arrived the moment she walked into the living room. He could still recognize her gait even after twenty years had passed.
He Xiyan walked up to him when she saw that he didn’t speak and wheeled him to the sofa.
“Let me help you to the sofa,” she said with a small smile and stretched out her hand.
Mo Yixuan didn’t speak but he suddenly stretched out his right hand.
He Xiyan quickly held his arm and gingerly helped him up.
Mo Ling said that his father could walk if he was supported and he had not fully lost control of his legs.
She sat on his left on the sofa and turned to look at him. She realized that he had aged when she saw him at such close range. There were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and on his forehead. His hair had also started to gray. She felt as though he had aged by more than ten years since they last met more than two years ago.
She suddenly felt very sad and soon, tears filled her eyes.
She remembered that they had once sat together on the sofa in this living room many years ago. He had only been in his twenties and he was extremely handsome and in the prime of his youth.
Yet, today…
Mo Yixuan stuck his hands into his pockets and took out a pen and a small notepad.
He started writing after a while.
He wrote very slowly but he tried his best to make his handwriting as neat as he could.
He Xiyan leaned over and saw that he had written, “How are you?”
She smiled wryly and nodded.
