"There is no doubt they would lose. If they could be defeated, Hu Mazi wouldn't have been able to reign as a bandit in those mountains for so many years without anyone being able to touch him."
Shi Yi answered without hesitation. He set down his bowl and couldn't help but glance toward the vegetable garden. Before Wang Zhijiao had left, she had filled the garden with all sorts of vegetables. In the half-month since her departure, the patch had become vibrant with life. With early summer approaching, it wouldn't be long before the yard was lush with greenery and heavy with produce.
In Shi Yi’s eyes, everything surrounding this small wooden cabin was like a landscape painting that had weathered the years. And in that painting, Wang Zhijiao was the indispensable protagonist. Now that the heart of the painting was missing, a hollow, empty feeling constantly gnawed at his heart.
Chapter 105