Yu Youyao suddenly held her grandmother's hand. "Grandmother, did you hear that? Cousin is back. Cousin is back. He'll be here soon. Hold on a little longer…"
"He's back. It's good that he's back…" Old Madam Yu raised her heavy eyelids and lifted them forcefully, forcing herself to take her last breath.
She couldn't feel at ease without seeing Linghuai!
Fortunately, Linghuai had returned.
As the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, the moon was like a round plate, illuminating the sky. A tall black horse rushed into the city gate that was about to close like an arrow.
Just as the soldier guarding the city was about to shout at him to stop him, a copper token made an arc in the air. He caught it and took a look. The words "Yue Fei" were engraved on the token. By the time he reacted, the tall black horse had already run far away. From afar, there was a series of pattering noises, like rain hitting banana leaves.
