An Yiqing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, watching the two figures, one big and one small, in the yard. Little Bun's legs were short and unstable, and when he ran, he always stumbled. Gu Yelin stood in front, not helping him, letting him fall and get up on his own, then fall again. Although An Yiqing felt distressed, she understood that once one embarked on the path of ancient martial arts, it was destined that one would only shed blood, not tears.
Forget it, let them father and son toss about!
It was past seven in the morning, and the sky had brightened. Little Bun and Gu Yelin returned from training, and An Yiqing had prepared breakfast. The family of three had a meal together and then went their separate ways. Gu Yelin went to Hong Ci, Little Bun went to his grandparents' house, and An Yiqing went to Xuanjin Yulong.
