Luo Chen couldn't be held back.
Like how he came with the wind, he would eventually leave with the wind too.
This truth was clear to Jing Lan when Luo Chen expressed his desire to go to Qingshan Town.
She could not force him, only agree.
Yet, some inexplicable feelings in her heart were thoroughly suppressed.
Luo Chen seemed unaware, or perhaps pretended not to know, and continued doing what he could as always.
Harvesting rice in autumn, drying the grains.
With his help, within just a few days, the not-so-abundant rice was harvested completely.
To celebrate and reward, Jing Lan specifically took time to visit Qingshan Town, saying she would cut some meat and bring back some wine.
Luo Chen wasn't idle either; he chopped some wood and brought back some dried straw, planning to repair the dilapidated roof.
Under the scorching sun, an old man, leaning on a cane, tremblingly passed by the house and chatted after seeing the man on the rooftop.
"Someone from Ah Lan's family..."
