"Sir! I dare not lie, I truly lost the items, they're not with me. Back then, after my cousin let me escape with the items through the secret passage, I was unwell, in a daze for several days, that's when the items disappeared."
Xue Miao's lips trembled with fear, with a sword at his neck, who wouldn't be afraid?
Having lived in hiding for so many years, he lost the courage of his youth long ago. Who wouldn't want to live if they could?
He once thought that losing the items was better than following his cousins. What meaning was there in living alone?
But over the years, he became accustomed to the simple life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset in River Village.
Gradually, he integrated into the River Village community, becoming a true rural farmer.
Gu Chengyu looked at his demeanor and sighed internally; time indeed heals all wounds. Such deep-seated hatred, this person doesn't seem to want to revisit it but let it vanish into the flow of history as time passes.
