Hu Changshou returned home. Hu Changyang and Madam Cao were waiting for him.
Hu Changshou entered the house and closed the door. "Xiaolu has gone back."
Madam Cao sighed. "They're all good people, but we haven't been able to repay them."
"Grandma, don't feel bad. Brother and I will work hard. We still have decades to live. We don't necessarily need to rush the repayment, but if we form good karma, it's good karma. It doesn't matter if we can't repay it now. As long as we have gratitude in our hearts and remember the kindness, we won't have any regrets."
Hu Changyang leaned on Madam Cao. He had learned a lot from studying.
Madam Cao stroked his hair gently. "Brother Yang is right. I've gotten over it. Your uncle didn't help us for any repayment. They're such kind people. We won't have a guilty conscience as long as we don't forget."
