Although Xu An was uncultured, he was contented with his life. Now that Cao Xing had been dealt with, his life would be much better in the future.
Even when Xu An's wife placed the dishes on the table, Chu Yuan was still sitting on the ground.
He had stopped crying.
His face was calm and his eyes were dull.
"Brother Chu, hurry up and eat. The dead cannot be brought back to life, but you must eat if you are hungry. Even if Uncle Chu Jinng was still alive, he would not let you go hungry," Xu An's wife said softly after setting up the dishes.
However, her words seemed to have brought back Chu Yuan's memories. Two more streams of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Chu Yuan had never cried in all these years in M City.
But that day, even the most ordinary words of comfort from someone else could make him cry at that moment.
