Yan Yan tugged at her brother's sleeve, looking a little reluctant to part with him.
A moment later, Wu Mo waved goodbye to his family.
They boarded the gray helicopter as all the villagers, the village chief, and Wu Mo's family members looked on.
"Dad, Mom... We'll see you in Shanglin City later!" Wu Mo said with a smile, tears once again overflowing from the corners of his eyes.
Below, the figures of his parents became smaller and smaller before they completely disappeared.
Feeling the refreshing wind in the forest, Wu Mo heaved a sigh of relief and sat back in his seat.
"You're already so old. Don't cry."
Zhou Jinlong, who was sitting at the side, handed him a piece of paper and spoke with a smile.
Wu Mo calmed his emotions once again and felt relieved. "Seeing my parents is always exciting. I believe you must have experienced something similar back then, Mr. Zhou."
