"That's right, that's right, we all must live well."
The old man supported himself on his cane and stood up: "Let's go, bring some more sweet potatoes and cassava over to the committee's courtyard."
"Fat Bang, these are chaotic times, and people's hearts change easily. Remember to be discreet when carrying the provisions. People's hearts are hard to predict, we must be on guard."
"Yes, yes, I remember. Don't worry, Grandfather, I know how to handle things."
"Be careful in all aspects..."
"Yes, sir."
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...
"When are you going back?"
Khang froze slightly upon hearing this. He pursed his lips, his expression flashing with loneliness, the corners of his eyes vaguely turning red.
I sighed inwardly; he must have let his thoughts wander again.
Just as I was searching for a way to comfort him, his long, strong fingers tightened around my wrist, his voice slightly hoarse and thick with a suffocating sorrow:
"You are here, so where else would I need to go?"
