"Forget it." Long Yunfei shook his hand. If he didn't change, he would have to have revenge for what he experienced. The old saying, "forgo the old grudge and smile when we meet again," was nonsense.
But, now? He really did take it easy and let it go. There was no need for the young man to wave the bloody shirt. Some unpleasant stories could fade out as time went by as long as it was not something tied tightly like murdering his father or stealing his wife.
"Go to the sea," he said.
"Good, I push you there," the young man said.
Long Yunfei sat by the window overlooking the distant wavy sea. There was no sea in Qinzhou, but the mountains there were magnificently steep and marvelously lofty. Mountains had their own unique majesty and lingering charm. The sea also had its own style of being vast and mighty.
He watched ripples wave, stretching beyond the horizon. He suddenly felt his legs were reactive. He then tried to move them. It was true.
