Lin Shiming raised his head and, through the flickering light of two candles, faintly saw the towering figure of someone working the iron.
He would sometimes smile, but he was mostly stern.
Occasionally, he would tease the younger generation with a few words.
Scene after scene passed by, making Lin Shiming's eyes grow slightly misty.
The candles burned quickly, and Lin Shiming took two new ones from his uncle Lin Houyong, lighting them from the flames of the old.
Lin Shiming struggled to hold back his tears, but his hands still shook slightly.
He had not expected that his last meeting with Lin Yutie would become a permanent farewell.
According to what Lin Houyong had said.
Lin Yutie passed away silently, unknown to anyone.
He chose an ordinary day to patrol the Nanling Mountain as usual, gazed upon Fangmu Mountain, looked over the Stone Ridge Cave, and wherever his eyes fell, it was all Lin Family territory. After a satisfied smile,
