Li Wazi noticed the determination in Ye Ling's eyes and wondered if this was still the frail little boy he once knew.
He thought silently. Perhaps Ling has grown up. Perhaps he is ready to be a father!
Li Wazi, who did not know many words, listened to Ye Ling and said nothing more. He stayed close and watched out for the younger man. If by chance he walked too fast and fell, Li Wazi would quickly help him up.
The four finally met up when they turned at an intersection.
"Liu, Mo, what's the verdict? What did the county magistrate say? He tipped the scales in our favor, right?" Ye Ling blurted out when he faced his brothers.
Ye Liu observed his youngest brother, who had sweat so much in his rush over here. He lifted his hand to wipe away his sweat.
"There's no verdict yet. The trial continues tomorrow. For now, we go home, before it gets dark."
Beside him, Ye Mo's fury had not diminished, and he glared at Li Wazi as if blaming him.
