The convoy arrived in front of a small building.
Wang Jiaxiang got out of the car and felt a surge of emotions upon seeing the two-story building.
This was the starting point of his successful career. Here, he had his glory, a happy family, beloved children, and a cherished wife, yet also here.
All his dreams were shattered, all his love and relations severed.
This place holds betrayal for him; seeing it stirs memories of the past.
Entangled in love and hate, grievances and feuds!
Two rows of people stood neatly in front of the building, and the moment they saw Wang Jiaxiang, they all respectfully bowed.
"Teacher, welcome home."
In these two rows were elderly people with the same white hair as him, middle-aged men, and even a few young people in their mid-twenties.
The eagerness in their eyes, the joy on their faces.
That inner reverence and respect for the old man.
"You all came."
Seeing these students of his past made his thoughts stir.
