Pei Ying's funeral was very low-key, only a mage was invited to perform a ritual, and things were hastily concluded. On the day Pei Ying was buried, Yan Guobai did not appear at all. As the saying goes, a day as husband and wife is the depth of love, but even this lifetime of marriage couldn't make a wanderer mourn his deceased wife, not even for a moment.
Yan Nanrong never hated his father more than he did at this moment, even if he died, he would never call him "Dad" again.
After the seventh day, Yan Nanrong took leave to go to the border defense army. This departure might last for a long time. Before he left, he bid farewell to the old man, took Yan Si with him, and from then on, his figure was nowhere to be seen on this land of the Capital City.
The train slowly headed west, crossing mountains and seas under the setting sun, vigorously and grandly.
"Dad, where are we going?"
"To a faraway place."
"Will we come back?"
"Maybe, maybe not..."
