Wrecked

Zhao Bo was old, and his words were often jumbled and repetitive. Lu Li wasn't patient enough to chit chat around with him and quickly took his leave.

He didn't bother to head back to the old house, in case the poor grandfather and grandson thought that he had returned to chase them out.

Although the old house contained 20 years of Lu Li's memories, there wasn't much worth remembering for him about it. What mattered to him was his sister, not the house itself.

Walking out of the alley, Lu Li held the umbrella as he continued talking with Water Fairy. Every now and then, he would point out the surrounding and tell her of the past things that had happened there. For example, the empty spot behind a bunch of rocks near the trench was now filled with vegetables thanks to Lu Li from ten years ago.

The trench was low and would be drowned whenever it was rain season, so no one was willing to build anything near here.