"Alright. Uncle Qin, I won't say words of thanks anymore—Yueyue and I will remember what you've done for us for the rest of our lives." An Hao patted his chest and said with deep feeling.
"We're all family. Let's go!" Qin Jian patted his shoulder and said.
It had already been more than a month since the earthquake. The roads had been cleared, and the officers and warriors were carrying out post‑disaster reconstruction work.
Seeing how the green hills and clear waters of the past had been utterly ravaged, the siblings of the He Family felt as though their hearts were being cut by knives. The laughter and joy of days gone by were no more, and even the familiar faces of the villagers had become far fewer.
This earthquake had taken away too many lives.
Coming back to this land again, everyone could not help but feel a stab of grief at every sight.
