Liu Daqing gave a bitter smile: "You know what kind of person he is. It's good if he can go; if not, can I force him? It's useless."
The mother and daughter had nothing more to say.
Liu Daqing was also extremely tired and went back to the bedroom to rest.
The moonlight slowly climbed to the top of the willow trees.
Smoke envelops the cold water, the moon covers the sand, Qinhuai night's scene nears the taverns, the spring breeze is ten miles on Yangzhou road, a pear blossom tree weighs on the begonias.
Wan Donglin opened his eyes, walked to the window, and was startled to see a full moon right above his head, the surroundings as bright as midday.
Footsteps came, very light, very light.
"Brother Donglin..."
He was stunned.
"Brother Donglin... Hey, you crusty-footed man..."
He rubbed his eyes, in disbelief.
