"Home..."
When Qiu Guoliang heard this word, his eyelids involuntarily twitched. Could he really go back?
Seeing the thought flicker in his eyes, Ye Lingfeng stepped forward, grasping his hand, and knelt down in front of him. He spoke calmly but with great resolve, "Master, everyone is waiting for you to come home."
Meeting Ye Lingfeng's gaze, Qiu Guoliang couldn't hold back any longer and nodded, signaling his agreement.
"Alright."
Home. Even if they didn't forgive him, even if he had to die, he wanted to die at home. To die on that land—that was the driving force that had kept him alive all these years.
With that thought, a resolute expression crossed his face.
Ye Lingfeng understood what was going through his mind and tightened his grip slightly. After a brief pause, he let go of his hand, exhaling deeply.
"It'll be alright. Once we're home, once you see it with your own eyes, you won't feel that way anymore."