"Our friendship can't be summed up in just a word or two,"
Liu Yudong said with a grin, then lifted his glass to clink with Chu Dazhuang's before downing it in one gulp.
After the meal, Chu Dazhuang and Yang Mi, among others, set out, ready to return to their own place.
Lying on the bed in the RV's rest area, Chu Dazhuang had drunk a lot, and he hadn't used his Divine Power or Spell to sober up. To Chu Dazhuang, his relationship with Liu Yudong far outweighed these things.
Little Ice and Little Fire were still driving in front.
Chu Dazhuang lay on the bed, peering gently through the window, and then drifted gently off to sleep.
In his dream, Chu Dazhuang seemed to return to his past, where as a boy, he simply sat on the wall, watching the choir on the village team's square.
There he was, legs swinging, a young boy with a silly gaze fixed on Aunt Zhang Shuhui and Sister-in-Law Wang Guiqin.
