"Mr. Zhang."
You greeted Zhang Haiqiang with a cupped-fist salute.
Zhang Haiqiang returned the gesture.
From the way he called your mother 'sister-in-law', you could tell that Zhang Haiqiang must have had a good relationship with your father, and he clearly harbored great wariness towards your mother, which added a few more points of confidence in your heart.
"Er Ya and I have been childhood friends; it was because of the Soul Devouring Curse that we were separated. As a young girl, she underwent many trainings that even grown men could not stand, lingering on the edge of life and death countless times—and all just to survive." Your expression was stern and solemn, your voice steady, yet it conveyed a sense of resoluteness, "For anyone else, having shelter and three meals a day would be enough to live. But not for her; she had it tougher than anyone and yet never gave up, always gritting her teeth and enduring."
Zhang Haiqiang fell silent.
