In the blink of an eye, October arrived.
Under Gu Lingling's careful care, Yang Yunhai's wounds were healing at a visibly noticeable pace.
Walking on the street, everyone's face was brimming with joyful expressions.
Leading the way was Old Man Qian from Beishui Village.
Who would have thought that this unremarkable old man had such a significant background?
When the car came to pick him up, Old Man Qian took a deep look at the broken temple he had lived in for years and extended his hand to Old Man Zhou, "Old buddy, I'll be waiting for you in Capital City."
"Alright, once I get back we'll continue playing chess." The two friends shook hands.
"Little girl, take care of yourself." Old Man Qian patted Zhao Si'en's head, "Grandpa believes your family will definitely be alright. I've been war comrades with your grandpa, if I'm fine, he will definitely be fine too."
Only now did he dare to restore his identity and acknowledge Zhao Si'en.
