Wang Jing hung up the... oh no, hung up the conch shell, wiped the tears from his face, blew his nose, and returned inside.
Chen Ping'an had already finished his meditation and Qi refinement. His eyes were red; he had clearly overheard the conversation on the roof. "Bring Ping'an's dad... no, bring our parents too. Let the Ping'an family reunite for the Mid-Autumn Festival."
At that moment, four eyes met in silence. Too choked with tears to speak, they simply touched their wine gourds together and gulped down the liquor.
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