Back when the Japanese seized him, his wife had been bedridden with a severe illness, their twins were not yet three years old, and their eldest son, the only one able to move around, was barely eight. With almost no money or grain left in the house, he truly had no idea how the four of them could have survived under those circumstances.
Thinking of this, Qin Dazhu closed his eyes in agony, pulling the rickshaw as he hurried toward Nanluoguxiang, his anxiety mounting by the second.
In less than an hour, the rickshaw puller had brought them to the entrance of No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.
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