Festive couplets and slightly mischievous words adorned the archway. Though their poetic symmetry fell miles short of perfection, Su Mo stood beneath the arch and silently thumped his chest.
All good things must come to an end.
No one wanted to leave, nor did anyone want to say goodbye. Su Mo knew the villagers simply did not want to cast too sorrowful a mood over today and tomorrow.
They wanted him to leave with peace of mind. They also wanted his penultimate night in this basin to be a happy one.
He wholeheartedly accepted the villagers' heartfelt intentions!
"Good evening, Director!"
The two militia guards standing beneath the archway offered a crisp military salute before stepping forward with fanatic admiration in their eyes. Su Mo smiled and nodded.
