Chu Lingzhi ignored him, spreading his jacket flat in the water. "Go farther ahead and drive the crayfish this way." Nangong Yehen pursed his lips and walked forward. Then he stepped into the river, moving through it like he was herding ducks. Nangong Yehen's forehead was lined with black streaks, feeling this behavior was utterly childish. "Next time you want to catch big-headed shrimp, let our son do it." He already felt like a big-headed shrimp himself. Just moments ago, this woman had been crying her heart out, but now she was staring at the water with a smile creeping onto her face. She spotted crayfish. Using his jacket as a net, the crayfish swimming downstream all fell into the fabric. This creek had quite a few crayfish. Some villagers liked catching them to eat, but others found the meat coarse and tasteless, never touching them. With this round of driving and scooping, she caught about half a catty. Chu Lingzhi lifted them up, beaming with joy. Nangong Yehen gazed at her deeply. Her smile was like a hundred flowers blooming. Carrying the crayfish back to Grandpa Hu's place, the old man was still crouched by the fire pit. Seeing him, Chu Lingzhi's heart ached again. But quickly, she shed her earlier sorrow and put on a bright, cheerful expression. "Grandpa Hu, you haven't cooked the rice yet?" She strode in, speaking loudly. Grandpa Hu heard her clearly, looked up, and saw her. No matter how brightly she smiled, her reddened eyes and nose betrayed that she'd been crying hard. A flicker of pain passed swiftly through Grandpa Hu's eyes as he smiled. "I added more rice and water, cooked enough for all of you." Nangong Yehen stepped forward, helped him up, and guided him to sit on the bed. "Grandpa Hu, you rest over there. Lingzhi and I will handle the cooking." Chu Lingzhi crouched to start the fire, while Nangong Yehen took the initiative to wash the vegetables. It was the first time Chu Lingzhi had seen Nangong Yehen wash vegetables. With his sleeves rolled up and bending over, he looked quite charming. Grandpa Hu watched them, feeling a warmth in his heart. Suppressing her grief, Chu Lingzhi asked as she lit the fire, "Grandpa Hu, Sister Chunyan said you're from out of town, right?" "Yes, from out of town," Grandpa Hu replied. "It must be inconvenient for you to live here alone as an old man. Where's your son?" "Dead!" That unfilial son—might as well be gone. Hearing this, Chu Lingzhi's heart felt like it was being sliced by a sharp blade. She forced a smile. "Don't you have a daughter?" "I have a granddaughter." Chu Lingzhi and Nangong Yehen both paused at that, their movements halting. "Where's your granddaughter?" Chu Lingzhi asked. Grandpa Hu looked at Chu Lingzhi. "She's married, has children, and lives well." Chu Lingzhi's eyes reddened again, her voice turning hoarse. "Why don't you live with her?" "She's doing fine. I don't want to bother her. This place is good for retirement." "How did you get the scars on your face and hands?" Chu Lingzhi's voice was already trembling. "From a big fire." "..." Hearing that, Chu Lingzhi's heart ached as if being slowly cut open by a sharp knife. Her tears streamed down uncontrollably again. "Grandpa Hu, if you don't mind, I'll take you to T City. It's a good place for retirement too," Nangong Yehen said. Chu Lingzhi looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with surprise and gratitude. Grandpa Hu shook his head. "I don't want to leave." He didn't want to cause them trouble. "Grandpa Hu, do you know who he is? He's a king," Chu Lingzhi said, sniffing and forcing a smile. Grandpa Hu's cloudy eyes flickered with a hint of surprise as he looked at Nangong Yehen.