In the manor.
The streetlights were dim, but they illuminated the surrounding vegetation. Although the manor was spacious and empty, it didn't feel cold. Under the dim yellow light, there was a sense of warmth, reminiscent of the backyard at Grandma's house during dusk.
Fu Zhou and Ye Liangcai walked on the stone path, maintaining their silence.
After a long while, Ye Liangcai broke the silence.
"Fu Zhou... or perhaps, I should call you Yang Yanyu, Brother Yang!" Ye Liangcai said.
Fu Zhou shook his head slightly, "Yang Yanyu died eighteen years ago. I am Fu Zhou now!"
Hearing this, Ye Liangcai couldn't help but sigh.
He knew that Fu Zhou still hadn't let go of the past.
However, if anyone went through what happened back then, they would find it hard to let go.
What happened in the past was a devastating blow to Fu Zhou, leaving him with a broken family and home!
