In the past few years, Wei Liulang had been living in endless struggle and pain.
He often wondered why his grandfather, father, and brothers were all dead, and why he was the only one struggling to survive.
The moment he cut off Mo Guiyuan's head, he did obtain relief, but there was an empty place in his heart that he could not fill.
However, the moment Wei Xiyue hugged him, he felt redeemed.
He looked at the little fellow in his arms. "Xiyue, do you know who I am?"
"Sixth Uncle," Wei Xiyue said.
Wei Liulang still wanted to make a last struggle to resist.
Wei Xiyue said, "Xiyue wants to eat lotus seeds. Sixth Uncle is not around, so no one is picking lotus seeds for Xiyue."
Wei Liulang hugged her tightly. "Alright, Sixth Uncle will pluck them for Xi Yue."
…
In the valley, a fierce battle had just ended.
