But none of that was realistic anymore.
The master was no longer there, neither was the little house on the mountain, and he was no longer the Mu Han he used to be.
Even if Brother Xi returned one day, all he could do was try to return to being the Mu Han that he admired, trusted, and relied on.
Drunkard's heart was growing more and more eager for the day he would meet Brother Xi again.
Just hold on a little longer, he had endured eight years already, just one last year, soon, very soon…
Drunkard sat on the bed drinking, while the young lad sprawled at the edge of the bed watching him.
It wasn't until the door was pushed open and Qing Yi walked in.
The young lad, upon seeing Qing Yi, subconsciously shrunk his body.
Qing Yi looked at Drunkard sitting on the bed drinking and walked forward to take his liquor gourd away.
"You haven't been looking well these last few days, and you had a stomach ache the night before last. Better drink less, I'll go make you something to eat."
