Time spent with family always passes in a flash. Yongrui looked at the person sitting nearby, watching him pack his luggage. "Mother, go try the newly brewed milk tea. I can pack my things myself."
He had returned half a month before the New Year, and tomorrow was the fifth day of the first lunar month. The morning after tomorrow, he would have to leave. Although he had promised his mother he would not get mixed up in that chaos, how could anyone truly stay out of it?
Though his mother lived apart from worldly affairs, her upbringing of him since childhood had not lacked the Confucian principles of Han scholars—courage, country, and the world. Naturally, he could not let down her teachings.
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