Inside the hall of the martial arts school, Long Ping gazed at the young man before her.
His figure gradually overlapped with that of the youth who had parted from her in the north of Hengyang years ago.
For a moment, her heart was full of mixed emotions.
Had it been twenty years earlier, she could never have imagined today's scene.
The small gift from back then, he remembered it so clearly.
For someone who had been at the pinnacle of the martial world for so many years, it was truly unimaginable.
Her heart was stirred with excitement and deep admiration.
"Brother Rong, our martial arts school doesn't have any rare treasures to impress you, we only hope that on this auspicious day, you'll enjoy a few extra cups of wine."
Her words were sincere.
The smile spread across her face, bringing gentle wrinkles with it.
"Of course."
Zhao Rong smiled in response.
They reminisced about the old days at Changrui Escort Agency.
Latter, the topic shifted to recent events in Changde.
