The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 469 Life and Death (The End) (Bonus chapter for Xiao Ningdai's donation!)

The night was not peaceful.

The noise was incessant. Chen Qiusheng said he would get used to it, but even he, who had lived a peaceful life for many years, could not get used to it, let alone Chen Ping'an and Zhao Cheng'an.

Qin Huai could have gone up to see what was happening outside by the moonlight and firelight, but he didn't want to. He preferred to watch as few immersive war movies as possible, since the plot in the movie was just the actors' performance, while these strange dreams were things that actually happened.

Qin Huai waited quietly with the three members of the Chen family in the cellar until the sounds outside gradually disappeared and everything fell into a deathly silence. After the three of them fell into a deep sleep, they quietly climbed up the cellar through the wall.

Qin Huai's activity range in this memory is very narrow, only within a radius of about 10 meters centered on Zhao Cheng'an. Therefore, Qin Huai has basically not left Zhao Cheng'an's side these days, and he is wherever Zhao Cheng'an is.

Qin Huai's 10-meter range of movement meant he couldn't leave the house, but he could tell that someone had entered.

There were messy footprints on the ground, mixed with mud, water, and blood. Following the footprints, Qin Huai could tell that the people who entered the house had not found the cellar where Zhao Cheng'an and his two companions were hiding. The dried bloodstains accompanying the footprints indicated that the people who entered were not in good condition.

Qin Huai followed the footprints toward the hall, but was quickly blocked by an invisible wall. The three were still sleeping in the cellar, and there was nothing Qin Huai could do but worry from above. After thinking it over, he decided that he could only sit there and wait. At least there was light up there and he could see things clearly. Even Qin Huai, who could see memories, couldn't stand being in the dark environment of the cellar for a long time.

Qin Huai sat there quietly for an unknown amount of time.

The night was as noisy as the daytime; not even the birds could be heard. It was as if the whole world had been put on hold. If it weren't for the shadows of the trees in the yard shifting with the angle of the sunlight, Qin Huai would have suspected that time had slowed down.

Chen Qiusheng and the other two slept until the afternoon. Chen Qiusheng was the first to wake up, and the first thing he did was carefully open the cellar door. The cellar door was very well hidden, and at first glance, it blended into the bluestone slabs on the ground, like a mechanism. It would be impossible to find it without careful investigation.

Chen Qiusheng noticed the footsteps on the ground.

"Father, what's happening outside now..."

Chen Ping'an's voice came from the cellar. Chen Qiusheng quickly went to the cellar entrance and made a shushing gesture to Chen Ping'an to be quiet. Zhao Cheng'an poked his head out, but Chen Qiusheng pressed it back down, carefully closed the cellar door, and tiptoed forward following the footprints.

Qin Huai wanted to follow, but Zhao Cheng'an was still in the cellar, so he could only watch from afar and listen intently.

Soon, the sound of a cellar opening came from not far away, and the person who came in hid in another cellar in the house.

"Who?"

"do not move!"

"us…"

After a brief period of noise, things returned to calm. Qin Huai couldn't hear what Chen Qiusheng was saying at all; he could only vaguely make out a few keywords.

If Qin Huai couldn't hear it clearly, it was even less likely that Chen Ping'an and Zhao Cheng'an in the cellar could hear it clearly.

The two waited in the cellar for more than two minutes, but they couldn't wait any longer. Zhao Cheng'an pushed open the cellar door and crawled out. He then ran towards another cellar, with Chen Ping'an following behind, carrying a stick in his hand.

Qin Huai hurriedly followed.

The scene at the other cellar entrance was something no one expected.

The cellar entrance was very dirty and messy, with many bloody handprints on the wooden planks. The strong smell of blood made Qin Huai suspect that this was a crime scene.

The cellar door was open, and by the light shining in and the ladder below, you could see at least four or five people, all wounded, wearing uniforms, and some carrying guns.

They were wounded soldiers.

One of them was very young, with a very fair complexion, looking more like a student than a wounded soldier. He had many small cuts on his face, and his left arm was wrapped with a bandage that looked like it was made from a piece of clothing. He was talking quietly to Chen Qiusheng.

Upon seeing the young wounded soldier, Chen Ping'an exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Sheng, didn't you evacuate with the university? Your uncle and aunt said you evacuated with the university a month ago, and they left Beiping half a month ago as well."

“What evacuation? He ran off to join the army without telling his family,” Chen Qiusheng said irritably, pointing to the cellar. “They got separated during the evacuation last night, and now the city is under martial law, so they can’t escape.”

"Xiao Liu, tell me again, what's the situation outside right now?"

Liu Sheng then quickly and quietly recounted the events of the past two days, summarizing them in one sentence: Beiping had fallen, and the army had retreated to Baoding. There were five people in the cellar; one had succumbed to his wounds this morning, and the remaining four were among the most dangerous individuals in Beiping. The Japanese army would undoubtedly conduct a large-scale search for wounded soldiers throughout the city in the coming days.

“Ping An, I didn’t know you lived in this house. We came in last night because we saw no one was here. Don’t worry, we’ll move to another place tonight and we definitely won’t be a burden to you.” Liu Sheng said, glancing down at his companions in the cellar. His companions didn’t say a word, just lay there with ashen faces.

Chen Qiusheng remained silent. In this life-or-death situation, no one would risk losing their head to harbor a wounded soldier, even if one of the wounded soldiers was a younger relative they knew.

Chen Ping'an hesitated. Qin Huai could tell that he wanted to say something, but he felt that he was just a burden and had no right to speak.

Zhao Cheng'an seemed a bit out of the loop. He looked at Chen Qiusheng, then at Chen Ping'an, then at Liu Sheng, and then at the group of half-dead wounded in the cellar. He asked Chen Ping'an directly, "Ping'an, do you want to keep them here?"

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Peace!" Chen Qiusheng shouted sternly.

“Father, they are also guarding the city for us.” Chen Ping’an said softly, “I want to leave but I can’t, and Sheng Ge can leave but he doesn’t. The Japanese army is definitely conducting a massive search throughout the city now. In the state of Sheng Ge and the others, where can they go if they leave here tonight? Letting them go out is just sending them to their deaths.”

Chen Qiusheng also hesitated.

Chen Qiusheng didn't know what to say, and he found it difficult to make this decision. He could only look at Zhao Cheng'an and ask him, "Asheng, what do you think?"

Zhao Cheng'an simply asked, "Are we going to feed them?"

"The food we brought is only enough for the three of us to eat for more than half a year. If we were to feed them, it might only last for three months."

Liu Sheng's eyes, which had just lit up with hope, dimmed again. He whispered, "Uncle Chen, don't worry, we won't be a burden to you. Tonight we'll..."

"There's not enough food right now, can I go steal some tonight?" Zhao Cheng'an asked expectantly.

Liu Sheng: ?
Chen Qiusheng: ...

Chen Pingan: ...

The three wounded soldiers in the cellar: ...?
Chen Qiusheng wanted to sigh, but he knew this was not the time. Every minute he stayed on the ground increased the danger: "Alright, Ah Sheng and Ping An both want you to stay, so you can stay for now. Things have been unsettled these past two days. There should still be two bags of food in your cellar. Just make do with whatever you have for now."

"We don't have any medicine here. Whether your injuries will heal or whether you will survive is up to fate."

"Xiao Liu, you go down first. We'll clean up your footprints and bloodstains. Don't come out for the next couple of days. The rest..."

"Let's talk about it after we get through these few days."

"Who would want to go out and die if they could live?" Hearing Chen Qiusheng say this, Liu Sheng hurriedly said excitedly, "Thank you, Uncle Chen, thank you, Ping An, thank you, Asheng!"

"Alright, go down now."

Watching Liu Sheng stagger down the ladder, Chen Qiusheng closed the cellar door and told Chen Ping'an to hide back in the cellar. He and Zhao Cheng'an stayed upstairs to clean up the traces.

Chen Ping'an is slow, and if there is any noise outside, he won't be able to run back to the cellar in time. This kind of dangerous work can only be done by Chen Qiusheng and Zhao Cheng'an.

The two men worked with the same efficiency they used in the kitchen, quickly cleaning up the traces left by the wounded soldiers. Even the marks on the outer gate of the house were boldly and swiftly wiped away by Zhao Cheng'an.

After tidying everything up, Zhao Cheng'an and Chen Qiusheng hid back in the cellar.

The cellar was pitch black; without a light, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Chen Ping'an lit a kerosene lamp, but the dim light couldn't even illuminate the three people's faces.

Chen Ping'an was holding the picture book and was supposed to be reading it aloud, but his mind was completely elsewhere. He was lost in thought, and after a long while, he blurted out, "Father, did I do something wrong just now?"

Chen Qiusheng sighed, took out a small piece of maltose from the corner, broke it in two, put one piece into Chen Ping'an's mouth, and then put another piece into Zhao Cheng'an's mouth: "Eat something sweet."

"It's normal to want to save people, and I want to save people too."

"Master Liu, Xiao Liu's father, has treated our family well over the years. Every time we go to buy cloth, it's always the best material. The school you attended was chosen because he did well there."

“They defended the city for us, there’s no reason for us to drive them out and send them to their deaths just because we can’t hold it.”

"only……"

“I know, but there’s not enough food, so we have to rely on me in times like these!” Zhao Cheng’an answered quickly.

Chen Qiusheng laughed and scolded in an annoyed tone, "You talk too much."

"Alright, Ping An, stop standing there. We don't have much kerosene left, and this kerosene lamp won't last long. Let's hurry up and read the storybook."

"Okay." Chen Ping'an held the book closer to the kerosene lamp and began to read it aloud softly, word by word, in a very calm tone, as if this were just an ordinary night when three people gathered together to read a storybook by the kerosene lamp.

If his hand holding the storybook hadn't trembled slightly, it might really have just been an ordinary day.

The three of them hid in the cellar for more than half a month. As for why it was more than half a month, Qin Huai couldn't say for sure how many days that was. During this time, the flow of time sped up like watching a movie. Qin Huai felt like it was just a blink of an eye. Sometimes he would read Chen Ping'an's storybooks in the cellar, and sometimes he would go up to get some fresh air because he felt the cellar was too dark. The sun rose and set, and time passed just like that.

During this time, two groups of people entered the house. They were not there to search for people, but simply to search for valuables. The search was not very thorough, and they found nothing in either of the two cellars.

After being ransacked twice, the house became very safe, because everyone knew it was an empty house that had been ransacked twice and whose owner had fled to Jinling.

After a long period of hiding, Chen Qiusheng finally mustered up the courage to go out once to check on the injuries in another cellar.

The situation is far from optimistic.

Initially, five wounded soldiers were hidden in the cellar. One of them died that very night from his injuries. In the following two weeks, two more wounded soldiers succumbed to their wounds due to infection.

Liu Sheng was still alive; the wound on his arm wasn't infected, but it hadn't fully healed either. The two surviving people in the cellar dared not leave, and the bodies of the three dead dared not be thrown out. It was the height of summer, the weather was scorching, and the three bodies, having been in the damp, dark cellar for so long, were already highly decomposed. Furthermore, the two surviving people had eaten, drunk, and relieved themselves in this cellar, spending their days surrounded by rotting corpses and excrement in such a dark and gloomy environment…

Qin Huai could already imagine the hellish horrors this must be just from Chen Qiusheng's description.

Chen Qiusheng suggested that Liu Sheng and his companion could come out of the cellar and walk around on the ground to avoid going crazy in that environment, but Liu Sheng refused.

Before their injuries healed, they were two ticking time bombs; their mere appearance would bring annihilation to the Chen family.

Zhao Cheng'an asked, puzzled, "Then how can their injuries heal faster?"

Chen Ping'an sighed, "There's no doctor here, and we don't have the means to prepare the medicine. Judging from Father's description, the other person's wound must also be infected. Unless we have penicillin, otherwise..."

"What is penicillin?" Zhao Cheng'an asked.

“There’s a type of medicine that’s only available in hospitals,” Chen Pingan said. “For these kinds of gunshot wounds, only penicillin can treat them so they can heal quickly without infection.”

Zhao Cheng'an nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

In the days that followed, Chen Qiusheng and his two companions continued to hide in the cellar for most of the time. Because they had been hiding for so long, they were unaware of the situation outside, and with their food supplies dwindling, even the most composed Chen Qiusheng began to feel anxious and uneasy.

After the last candle burned out, Zhao Cheng'an suggested that he go outside to steal some candles, medicine, and firewood, and also to see what the situation was like outside.

Food can be eaten raw when absolutely necessary, and Chen Qiusheng had made a lot of cornbread in advance, so it was fine to eat it raw. But Chen Ping'an needed his medicine every day. The firewood was being consumed much faster than Chen Qiusheng had anticipated, and the cellar was almost empty.

Chen Ping'an is almost out of medicine.

Chen Qiusheng initially disagreed, but after Zhao Cheng'an persuaded him for a few days, Chen Qiusheng nodded in agreement. Still not understanding the current situation, Zhao Cheng'an happily left the house for the first time under the cover of night.

It was quiet outside.

There were still bloodstains on the roadside that had not been washed away. Some houses were intact, some were completely destroyed, and some had even been burned to ruins.

Zhao Cheng'an had memorized the prescription Chen Ping'an was taking well in advance and recognized the medicinal ingredients. As soon as he left, he went straight to the pharmacy. However, when he arrived at the pharmacy, he found that it had been completely looted. The door was broken, and there were still old bloodstains on the counter where medicine was dispensed.

Zhao Cheng'an tried to rummage through the cracks in the medicine cabinet to find some usable medicine, but to no avail, as he couldn't recognize it at all. He could only scratch his head and move on to the next store, leaving behind the words:
"Robbing gold and silver jewelry is one thing, but why are they even robbing medicine?"

The next one wasn't much better.

In one night, Zhao Cheng'an visited almost every pharmacy he could remember in Beiping. Only two of them didn't seem to have been looted by locusts, but even those didn't have much medicine in their cabinets.

Zhao Cheng'an simply couldn't gather all the medicines needed for Chen Ping'an's prescription.

The night was past midnight, and Zhao Cheng'an could still steal more, but even the most skilled cook can't cook without rice; he knew no more pharmacies. Zhao Cheng'an could only take some scattered medicinal herbs and three candles he'd rummaged through the cabinet and head back. He planned to ask Chen Qiusheng if he knew of any other pharmacies in Beiping; stealing medicine was the most urgent matter, firewood wasn't in such a hurry.

Under the cover of night, Zhao Cheng'an skillfully evaded the Japanese soldiers patrolling the city and returned to his house.

As soon as he reached the door, Qin Huai realized that something was wrong.

The door was open.

There was also a strong smell of blood inside.

Zhao Cheng'an also noticed, but instead of climbing over the wall, he ran straight in through the front gate to the backyard. Before he could even cross the central courtyard, he stepped on a corpse on the ground.

Qin Huai looked down at the ground by the moonlight and saw that it was a patrol.

Further ahead, there was another body, belonging to another wounded soldier who had been alive in the cellar.

Blood was everywhere, and the strong smell of blood was coming from there.

"Master, peace be with you." At this moment, Zhao Cheng'an disregarded the taboo against speaking loudly and shouted directly.

"Ah Sheng." Chen Qiusheng's voice came from the corner.

Zhao Cheng'an hurriedly ran over, not forgetting to use the tinderbox in his pocket to light the candle. In the candlelight, Qin Huai could see the situation in the corner.

Chen Qiusheng sat quietly by the wall, with Chen Ping'an lying in his arms. Chen Ping'an's abdomen was completely stained red with blood, which soaked his clothes. He was unconscious, and his face and lips were terribly pale. Apart from still breathing weakly, he was no different from a corpse.

Three or four meters to Chen Qiusheng's right, there lay the body of a patrolman on the ground. Liu Sheng was slumped against the wall, covered in blood, making it difficult to discern the wounds. His eyes were open, and a relieved smile played on his lips, but his pupils were already unfocused.

"Master, you..." Zhao Cheng'an practically scrambled to Chen Qiusheng's feet, knelt down, and grabbed Chen Ping'an's hand, trying to make sure he was still alive and to feel the warmth in his hand.

Chen Qiusheng looked at Zhao Cheng'an almost numbly, still holding Chen Ping'an in his arms as if he were holding a huge child. His hands were covering Chen Ping'an's abdomen, as if that would cover the wound.

"Ah Sheng." Chen Qiusheng's voice was very low, as if he had no strength to speak. "You can't stay here anymore. Before dawn, hurry back to where you lived before, and pretend that you have been hiding in the cellar all along."

"Master."

"Go back quickly and take all the remaining food from the cellar with you."

“Master.” Zhao Cheng’an grabbed Chen Qiusheng’s trembling hand and pressed it onto Chen Ping’an’s arm. “Ping’an is not dead yet.”

“I have to save him, I have to find him medicine.”

"But all the pharmacies are empty. What medicine can save him?"

Zhao Cheng'an held a candle in his left hand and Chen Qiusheng's hand in his right. The candlelight illuminated his face clearly, allowing Qin Huai to see that his expression was not one of panic, sadness, or grief, but rather one of deep thought.

He thought very calmly and rationally.

"Ping An, this is a knife wound. What medicine can treat it?"

“Ping An told me about it.”

“Penicillin, yes, penicillin!” Zhao Cheng’an suddenly looked up and stared straight at Chen Qiusheng. “Master, I’m going to the hospital to steal penicillin.”

Chen Qiusheng had almost lost his ability to think at this point, and even the speed at which his eyes moved was very slow. Before he could meet Zhao Cheng'an's gaze, Zhao Cheng'an suddenly stood up and ran outside.

"If I steal penicillin from the hospital, I'll be safe and won't die!"

"Ah Sheng..." Zhao Cheng'an didn't hear Chen Qiusheng's hoarse call; only Qin Huai did.

The night was still deep. Zhao Cheng'an extinguished the candle in his hand and ran as fast as he could, as if he had some kind of superpower to leap across rooftops and walls.

It was only then that Qin Huai realized that mayflies were also spirits, and that he truly had something different about him.

The darkness was Zhao Cheng'an's best camouflage. Even when Qin Huai was chasing after Zhao Cheng'an, he couldn't keep up. He kept bumping into invisible walls and searching for Zhao Cheng'an's direction until he finally arrived at the hospital.

The hospital lights were on.

Just like in a TV drama, Zhao Cheng'an skillfully and clumsily searched for places with medicine in the hospital, dodging the doctors and nurses and soldiers in uniform.

He didn't recognize the medicine, so he stole it all.

Because he didn't know the medicine cabinet, Zhao Cheng'an was worried that he had stolen a lot of medicine but not penicillin, so after stealing from one medicine cabinet, he had to look for the next room with a medicine cabinet.

It seems that all the years of hard work he put into practicing his thieving skills were for this moment.

He walks silently, hiding his figure, and grabs the medicine quickly and steadily.

When he was stealing food from human traffickers outside the city, he could do it so that dozens of traffickers could take turns staking out him without him noticing. Now, when he is stealing medicine in the hospital, he can do it so that he can visit more than a dozen rooms in a row without anyone noticing that the medicine has been stolen.

Qin Huai watched as Zhao Cheng'an sneaked into each room one by one.

18 rooms, 19 rooms, 20 rooms...

He wanted to go into the wards, he wanted to go into the doctor's office, he even wanted to go into the cleaning room, he was afraid that if he missed a room, he would not be able to steal the penicillin that could save Chen Ping'an's life.

Qin Huai had never seen such a focused and serious expression on Zhao Cheng'an's face before.

Room 22...

As Zhao Cheng'an skillfully packed the medicine into a large bundle, a shout that neither he nor Qin Huai could understand broke the hospital's tranquility.

Someone discovered that the medicine was missing.

A thief broke into the hospital.

In the following scene, Qin Huai was so confused that he couldn't tell whether time had sped up or he had just lost his mind from running.

The hospital was placed under martial law, and armed Japanese soldiers began searching everywhere for thieves. Even the most skilled thieves would have nowhere to hide under such circumstances. Zhao Cheng'an dodged around, carrying a bundle full of medicine on his back, and his movements were surprisingly agile.

Qin Huai followed him like a headless fly, running through walls everywhere. He was hit on the head by an invisible wall one moment and on the butt the next. He was so dizzy and disoriented that he couldn't see anything clearly and could only hear a cacophony of noise.

Footsteps, screams, shouts, the sound of bullets being chambered.

"boom."

Deafening gunfire.

In the chaos, Zhao Cheng'an escaped from the hospital.

But this was just the beginning. News of the intrusion into the hospital prompted Japanese soldiers throughout the city to begin a search. Zhao Cheng'an had no choice but to run and dodge, constantly taking detours. He ran through Beiping for what seemed like an eternity before finally returning to his residence as dawn broke.

The house had already been cleaned by Chen Qiusheng.

He dragged the body to the backyard, and the bloodstains on the ground were washed away with water, so there was no strong smell of blood.

Zhao Cheng'an excitedly ran back to the house, carrying a large bag on his back. He proudly announced to Chen Qiusheng, who was guarding the door, "Master, I stole so many medicines, including penicillin."

Chen Qiusheng didn't speak, but just looked at Zhao Cheng'an quietly, his eyes filled with sadness and self-blame.

Zhao Cheng'an gasped for breath, looked down to untie the bundle on his body, and glanced at his hands: "Hey, why are there so many bloodstains on my hands?"

“Ah Sheng…”

"Master, where is Ping An? I don't recognize penicillin. Do you? Quickly find out which one is penicillin and give it to Ping An. Does this need to be cooked? If it needs to be cooked, do we need to start a fire?"

"Before it's fully light, quickly give Ping An his medicine, then I'll carry him back."

“Master, you don’t know, a lot of people were chasing me just now. I led them all to the south of the city. I circled around several times. There won’t be any patrols here for a while, so it’s very safe to brew medicine here.”

Zhao Cheng'an gasped for breath a few more times, finding it difficult to breathe.

"Tell me what happened last night when we get back? How did they all die?"

"Oh right, Master, you also need to tell me which pharmacies are in the city. The pharmacies I know don't have the medicine. I've been looking all night but haven't found all the medicine Ping'an needs."

Chen Qiusheng took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm himself down, and tried to make his voice sound calm: "Ping An is actually fine, there's no need to rush to take his medicine, he's gone to sleep now."

"That's good." Zhao Cheng'an nodded in relief, breathed a sigh of relief, and instantly collapsed to the ground, his strength giving way.

Qin Huai watched quietly from the side.

Before, it was too dark and there were too many people and too much chaos, so Qin Huai couldn't see anything clearly. Now that it was getting light, he could see very clearly.

Zhao Cheng'an's clothes and trousers were almost completely soaked in blood, as were the bundle he was carrying. His hands were stained with blood because he had been holding the bundle.

The reason why the gunshots Qin Huai heard in the hospital were so deafening was because the gunshots were very close to him.

Qin Huai found it hard to imagine how Zhao Cheng'an's body, even if he were a spirit, could support him to run out of the hospital after being shot and bleeding to this extent, running wildly through the city for more than an hour while carrying such a large bag without stopping for a moment.

Is it a final burst of energy before death?
Chen Qiusheng held Zhao Cheng'an in his arms just like he had held Chen Ping'an before.

Zhao Cheng'an was already having trouble breathing.

"Master, am I going to die? I feel a bit of pain in my back right now," Zhao Cheng'an asked.

Chen Qiusheng tried to force a smile, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move his lips. Tears fell uncontrollably onto Zhao Cheng'an's forehead, and his voice was hoarse: "No, you're just like Ping An, you're just too tired and want to sleep."

“Master, he died peacefully, right?” Zhao Cheng’an asked.

"No, Ping An is sleeping in the cellar."

"You're lying. I'm not stupid. My hearing is perfectly fine. There's no sound of peaceful breathing in the cellar at all."

"I promised Xia Murui that I would die before Ping An. If he knew that Ping An would die before me, would he think I broke my promise?"

"I don't want to die." Zhao Cheng'an looked at the sky. "I haven't failed yet. If I die now, it'll be the same as Ping An; I won't be able to reincarnate."

“You will be reincarnated,” Chen Qiusheng said. “In your next life, you and Ping An will both be reborn into a good family.”

"No, people don't reincarnate, and I can't either."

"It's all my fault. If I had recognized penicillin, it wouldn't have taken so long, and Ping An wouldn't have died."

"If only I hadn't been lazy when Ping An was teaching me to write, and had read more books instead."

Zhao Cheng'an's consciousness began to fade, and his voice was almost inaudible: "I really want to eat dumplings."

"If I had known I was going to die so soon, I should have gone to steal things earlier, so I could have eaten more good food."

"If we go back, we won't be able to eat anything."

Zhao Cheng'an closed his eyes.

"Silly child." Chen Qiusheng also closed his eyes, holding Zhao Cheng'an tightly. Tears dripped down his chin and onto Zhao Cheng'an's face, where he wiped them away forcefully.

"May you be reborn into a good family in your next life, so that Ping An can take care of you."

Qin Huai has left behind her memories.

(End of this chapter)