The bulk of the vengeance had been exacted, and Xia Ying was right when she said they needed to live in the present and be happy.
Shortly after, two cars one after another left the territory of Qingyun Villa.
In a bungalow not far from the vegetable field, Aunt Ying stood by the door, watching the two cars depart until they were out of sight. She then turned around and returned to sit by the table in the hall, picking up her bowl and chopsticks to eat while saying to a man about her age, "I'm afraid this place isn't safe anymore."
The man was in his fifties with deeply tanned skin, darkened by years of working under the sun. He glanced at Aunt Ying and asked indifferently, "We've lived here for over a decade, why wouldn't it be safe? Besides, we still have people here."
Aunt Ying picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into her bowl, took a bite of rice, and after eating the pork, she said, "I'm worried she might discover us."
