Luo Qiao had just finished paying, "My master and his wife have been so good to me, it's only right that I show them filial piety. Aunts, I'll be heading back first."
Once everything was ready, she entered the house, "Master, I've made a fire pot meal. Could you bring the little stove over later? We'll eat here. I'm going to check on the mistress."
Yang Jiancheng, observing Luo Qiao's meticulous care, let out a sigh and felt his mood lighten. Hadn't he already decided to let go? Why cling to it any longer? With Luo Qiao, his apprentice, by his side, they should be content.
Having come to this realization, he stood up, "You get ready; I'll go call your mistress."
Luo Qiao knew her master had come around and smiled, nodding, "Okay."
Yang Jiancheng walked into the bedroom to see his wife lying down, "Shumin, life is short. We've been through so much. Truly living for the present is what's real. Now we have Qiaoqiao with us. We should be content.
