In the hospital, the elderly Professor Lin lay on the bed and looked at the mango tree outside listlessly. The sun shone brightly, and some golden light spilled through the gaps in the leaves. The housekeeper, Xiao Ying, just said that the kid Junyue is back. He nodded to himself, but the loss in his eyes remained. It has been nearly half a month since Junyue had fallen off the cliff, and there was no news at all. Even the search and rescue firefighters had said that his chances of surviving were slim.

Xiao Ying's lies were too unconvincing. She'd said that Junyue had been saved by a filmmaker and returned in an ancient costume. She'd even stated that he was completely fine. Grandpa Lin knew that Xiao Ying was worried about him and was afraid that he couldn't pull through. Thus, she had surely come up with this white lie to comfort him.

He sighed, his eyes fixated on the mango tree. The sour feeling in his heart made him feel as though his whole body were becoming lifeless. Many years ago, two young kids had climbed onto a tall mango tree in the southern countryside. The young girl shouted in a crisp voice, "Grandpa, quickly look. I picked a big and ripe mango for you!" The young...