"Alright."
Gu Jin sat next to the old man, glancing indifferently at Wanqi Yihai not far away, noticing the heaviness in his expression.
The old man, sitting at the table, lifted his tobacco pipe and took a silent puff.
A faint cloud of blue smoke escaped from the old man's mouth, and with a tone full of reminiscence, he said, "Back in those days, the family had many siblings, but very few survived. Famine and war left the people in dire straits.
When I was about fifteen or sixteen, to fill my stomach, I followed villagers to join the army. Later, I was fortunate to meet the young master of a wealthy family, who took a liking to me and kept me by his side. I narrowly escaped death countless times and eventually became a first-class attendant at the young master's side.
