The next day, Beisitian and Wei Zhongyuan, along with a group of others, returned to Beijing. Upon seeing the small courtyard again, Wei Zhongyuan felt a warm sensation in his heart.
Unconsciously, this place had become his most cherished memory.
"Uncle Yuan!"
A crisp voice rang out, followed by a figure rushing forward. Wei Zhongyuan reached out to embrace him, looking at Luo Yirui clinging to him, a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Uncle Yuan, you're okay, that's wonderful!" Luo Yirui said with wide eyes.
When news about Wei Zhongyuan arrived, everyone was shocked because it was not good news. Luo Yirui hadn't slept well these past few days. Wei Zhongyuan had become like this to protect him, and if he really lost his life, Luo Yirui might feel guilty for a lifetime.
"I've heard about Little Rui's situation. You were very brave!" Wei Zhongyuan exclaimed.
