After Liu Shuang left, Wang Ping arrived above Li Xiangwen's courtyard. The promised half a year had now stretched into a full year. Li Xiangwen's family had gradually grown accustomed to life in Yongshan County.
Li Xiangwen kept his promise and hadn't taken a single step out of the courtyard. When his family interacted with the neighbors, they didn't reveal his situation. He was now like an invisible man.
"You're right. This man no longer has the courage he had when he was first brought back from the dead." Yu Lian's gaze, fixed on Li Xiangwen, held a hint of probing curiosity.
"To us, a year is but the blink of an eye, but for an ordinary person, a year is a long time," Wang Ping said, then led Yu Lian back to Qianmu Temple.
After the Spring Festival of Wanfeng 13th Year, the weather gradually improved.
