Once Wu Sheng's leave was approved, their itinerary for the trip back home was finalized.
Wu Sheng bought the train tickets first.
Wu Qihua, who was being left behind, was absolutely heartbroken.
"How could you abandon a lonely old woman like me? Have you no conscience?"
Wu Sheng: "..."
'Just yesterday she was so happy calling herself my older sister, and now she's suddenly a lonely old woman?'
Wu Qihua clutched her chest, her voice full of pain. "Wu Sheng, doesn't your conscience bother you at all?"
Wu Sheng: "...I told you about this two days ago. Should I go buy another ticket?"
"I can't go even if you buy another ticket! What's the point?"
Wu Qihua's tone finally returned to normal.
But the hopeless expression on her face didn't diminish in the slightest.
In past years, it had always been Wu Qihua and Wu Sheng who returned to their hometown.
