That night, Chen hansheng stayed at Mount daliang for the night and prepared to leave the next morning.
Little ah ning also knew the meaning of Chen hansheng's visit. It meant that he would not be able to see his sister for another six months or even longer. During dinner, there was an obvious feeling of parting, and ah ning snuggled up in Shen youchu's arms.
Her mother-in-law still had the same calm expression. She held The Walking stick in her thin arms and squinted her muddy eyes under the wrinkles. She looked old and peaceful.
The big cat squatted at her mother-in-law's feet as usual, meowing at Shen youchu from time to time.
Chen hansheng sat beside the stove and filled the fire with firewood. His other hand was pressing on the little mutt's neck. The dog was used to being ravaged by Chen hansheng. It lay on the ground in resignation and did not even struggle.
"Sister, I really miss you."
