Hu Liang returned with a full load, and no one was happier than Widow Xie.
It was her son's first time taking the lead, and he'd done a beautiful job. Wan was right; she needed to believe in her own child. He was all grown up and capable now.
When Hu Liang got home, he didn't even have time for a sip of water before he was busy directing people to unload the vegetables in the courtyard.
There wasn't a trace of fatigue on his face. He was so full of energy, a completely different person from his usual quiet self. Indeed, success in one's career is the most powerful shot in the arm for a man.
It was still a far cry from true success, but wasn't every step in the right direction an achievement in itself?
Ji Huan watched everyone in the courtyard, brimming with vitality, and couldn't help but think, 'So this is what people mean when they say they have something to strive for.'
