In the blink of an eye, another five years have passed.
This morning.
Zhang Yao yawned, woke up from his dreams, rolled out of bed, and went to the water jar to draw water to wash his face.
"I'm already thirty years old..."
After washing his face, he looked at the face in the copper mirror and couldn't help but feel a bit dazed.
He was only fifteen the year he escaped from Qingping Palace; by the time he left Changping City, he was already twenty-two.
Now, a full eight years have passed, and he's thirty, yet if he shaved off his beard, his appearance is almost unchanged from back then.
"Time really flies."
He sighed, dressed, and strolled outside to buy breakfast.
After eating breakfast and returning to the clinic, A Fu and A Gui were already there, busy in the front hall.
"Master."
"Master, morning."
The two saw Zhang Yao return and greeted him respectfully.
"Well, morning to both of you too."
Zhang Yao responded cheerfully.
