Lying in bed at night, Lu Aiguo was absolutely sleepless, his thoughts circling repeatedly around Uncle Lu's words, the phrase "What others don't have, why should you?" still sending chills down his spine.
His mind wandered from the traders in Haicheng, to people imitating his homemade fried potato chips, to the time he had told Shitou, his wife, and daughter that they had no roots in Haicheng...
His heart began to flutter with uncertainty, torn between giving up and not being willing to, between continuing and having no confidence... In this dazed state, he didn't even know when he actually fell asleep.
In Haicheng, it was once again the evening study time for everyone. Xia Yuan, after checking the accounts and feeling somewhat restless, picked up the warm milk from the table, stood up, and took a seat at the middle table with a sigh.
Lu Yun put down her homework pen and also took a seat beside her.
