Standing before the gates of Suotuo City, Father Lin raised his gaze slightly, his eyes deep and distant, as if piercing through the heavy mists of time. His weathered face revealed a profound sense of nostalgia, every wrinkle seeming to harbor a story of the past. He spoke slowly, his voice low and slightly hoarse: "Suotuo City, it's truly been a long time since I last came here."
His eyes held a hazy, distant quality, his thoughts seemingly drifting back to those far-off days. A gentle breeze swept past, lightly stirring the hem of his robe, yet unable to blow away the thick wave of nostalgia in his heart.
Seeing his father's nostalgic expression, Lin Yu felt his curiosity sprout like wild grass. His eyes widened, filled with doubt and an eager desire to know. He broke into a trot, hurrying to his father's side, tilting his head upward with a look of eager anticipation as he asked, "Father, do you have memories here in Suotuo City that are worth such longing?"
Chapter 117