The next day at the crack of dawn, Gu Wenheng bid farewell to the relatives who had come to see him off and set out on his journey to Shangjing.
Surrounded by her daughters-in-law, Li Cuicui wiped away tears as she walked back. She had been holding it in all along, forcing herself to squeeze out a smile.
"Mother, we should be happy. Old Seventh is going to do great things," Xie Ruyi comforted, walking over to support Li Cuicui after her husband nudged her forward.
"I am happy," Li Cuicui said, her voice low. "It's just that he comes and goes in such a hurry. I don't know how many more times I'll be able to see him."
"...Let's not say such inauspicious things," Liu Liu added. "Besides, Wenheng and his wife are filial. Didn't he say before that once he gets transferred to Shangjing, he'll bring you over to enjoy a good life?"
"There's no place like home," Li Cuicui said, waving her hand. "I'll be staying in Kao Mountain Village for the rest of my life.
