He turned around and walked towards the location of Zhao Xuanying's house. When he arrived at the door, the door was not closed.

Standing outside the door and looking out, what he saw was Zhang Cuilan rummaging through something under the bed.

Raising his hand and knocking on the door, Liu Weicheng asked.

"Do you need my help?"

"Need not……"

In response, Zhang Cuilan pulled the thing out from the corner under the weight with great difficulty.

A wooden box appeared beside the bed. He raised his hand and wiped it twice without being too dirty. He leaned down and blew away the dust before opening the box.

Looking at the objects in the box, Zhang Cuilan seemed to be lost in memories.

After a long time, he muttered to himself.

"I...have lived long enough in this life."

His voice was very flat. He looked at the items in the box, paused for a moment and then continued to add.

"The only thing I care about is Yingying."

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It’s not easy, I’ve written one hundred chapters!

Maybe it's been too long since I've written, and my ability to control the plot has dropped a lot, but I'm slowly getting back into shape.

There’s not much else to say, just write it and that’s it.

It’s really hard to save manuscripts.
Chapter completed!