Once he’d fastened his sack, he could leave. Before he did, he looked back and saw Shen Qiao sitting there quietly, bamboo cane in front of him. Although his eyes lacked any life, his face was turned in Chen Gong’s direction, as if to see him off. For some reason, Chen Gong felt a lump in his throat. “You… You take care.” Shen Qiao nodded. “You as well.”
