Tang Xiaonan sensed Old Master Tate's deep sorrow and understood completely. He had returned to his homeland burning with patriotic fervor, only to be met with endless hardship, unable to even fill his stomach. She knew that abroad, he had been a highly sought-after figure, with countless prestigious universities begging him to teach. Forget simply having enough to eat—he could have feasted on abalone and sea cucumber daily without issue.
'But now, even eating a single White Rabbit creamy candy is an extravagant wish. Worse, in the book, he was beaten to death by a few ignorant fools right before his name was to be cleared. The Old Master's fate was just too tragic.'
Tang Xiaonan held Old Master Tate's rough, thin hand and said softly—
"Don't be dismal, don't be wild!
In the day of grief, be mild
Merry days will come, believe."
