Happy times are always short.
Just like the fleeting sparks from iron flowers on the riverbank.
Midnight arrived, and the bustling crowd gradually dispersed. In the blink of an eye, only the vendors packing up remained by the riverbank.
The Da Lang siblings had their fill of fun and knew their parents had important matters to attend to, so they went home with Uncle Ah Wang and Senior Sister Yin Le.
Liu Fei also returned to his quarters at the trading house alone, ending a fulfilling yet exhausting day.
At the Fan Building, Qin Yao watched the moon fade into the clouds and reminded, "Sir, shall we go back?"
Gongliang Liao took another look at the prosperous city, a smile gradually spreading on his face, filled with relief and a strong sense of accomplishment.
The Sheng Country before him, its people living peacefully, the borders stable. To witness such prosperity in this life left him without regrets.
"Let's go," he said gently to Qin Yao.
