But he always knows the rules.
This is something that his own wife and children did — he can't excuse them.
He never tried to evade it.
Seven Brown continued to eat earnestly as though she was truly starved.
Suddenly, she spoke again. Her tone betrayed no emotion, "Soon someone will come in to execute the family rules. Just to give you a heads up."
No one had been sent directly, serving as Uncle Bear's opportunity to choose.
If he stayed, he would undoubtedly die.
If he decided to run, all ties of gratitude would be severed.
Upon hearing this, Uncle Bear's face turned as pale as death.
Looking at the young lady in front of him, his mind went back to more than a decade ago when the pigtailed little girl first stepped foot in his shop, pointing at the goose in the window and loudly proclaiming, "Uncle Bear, I want to eat roast goose."
Unconsciously, nearly twenty years had passed in an instant.
He had grown old, and the little girl had blossomed into a lovely young lady.
