C121 Chapter 121

Mr. Wenn stepped out of the old scenes in his memory. For people their age, reminiscing was what they did most. There wasn’t much time left for old folks like them, so all they had were endless memories to hold onto—some happy, some painful; some sad, some beautiful. Mostly, it was a longing for what used to be.

“Mr. Wenn, the young master is looking for you,” someone called from the doorway