"A bit nervous, are you?" Xue Ying held her hand.
Hu Ya wanted to shake her head, but in the end, she gently nodded.
Xue Ying said, "Qianlong fights for the country, and the family often doesn't know. However, the legacy and shared devotion can often create moving melodies. Let me tell you a story..."
More than ten years ago, in the Chuannan Province, there was a couple.
The man had no goals, spending his days playing games in internet cafes. The woman worked out in the field for an organization and was always traveling. Their son was basically raised by his grandparents. Outsiders would talk about them with disapproval, and the grandparents would sigh when mentioning them. When the couple met, they always blamed each other.
From a usual perspective, they were just a typical example of the common struggles of the lower class in society.
However, no one knew that the woman was Qianlong Gold Medal.
Her Gold Medal Number was 49!
