Chapter 353: We Meet at Last
The dim evening sun shone diagonally through the window, casting a blurry patch of light on the dusty floor.
Old furniture stood askew, large spiderwebs clung to the corners of the walls, and the air was filled with the decaying smell of old wood.
Ansu sat on a rattan chair by the window, staring blankly outside.
He could not remember how long he had been sitting like this. It felt like several years, or perhaps a lifetime.
When a person grows old, they always become too lazy to move, finding even the act of raising a hand to be an effort.
The window glass reflected his shadow—gray hair, a face full of wrinkles, and dull, lifeless eyes. He just quietly watched the street scene, as if he were going to sit alone in this empty old house until he died of old age.
Just then, a faint sound suddenly came from behind him.
Ansu turned around with difficulty and saw a youth wearing a tattered felt hat, tiptoeing in through the windowsill.
The youth had clearly not expected anyone to still be in the house. Seeing Ansu sitting there motionless, he shuddered in fright.