After venting his fury, Liu Jian took a moment to calm down before realizing that the most important thing was not to take out his anger on the corpse of the man surnamed Guo, but to quickly pull his family out of the pit.
He immediately jumped back into the pit and dug out his two terrified younger sisters, then his mother and father, one by one.
He dug with the utmost care, a stark contrast to his earlier rage, when every punch had turned flesh to pulp.
"Child, were you hurt just now?" his mother asked cautiously.
"I-I'm fine." Liu Jian felt something stir deep within him.
Though he had gone through a complicated life, though he had suffered setback after setback, though he had been set up yet again, deep down, he was still that youth who longed for love...
"That's good. Let's go home. The authorities won't come looking for us," his father said, picking up his two daughters to comfort them.
Liu Jian nodded and carried his paralyzed mother on his back.
The family of five trudged toward their impoverished home beneath the moonlight.
From beginning to end, these simple, honest parents never asked how Liu Jian had gained such tremendous strength.
No one in the family slept that night, except for the two younger sisters, who slumbered deeply.
"Dear, if the authorities come looking for trouble, turn me in. Say I was the one who killed that so-called Divine Doctor."
In the dead of night, Liu Jian, who had quietly climbed over the wall to take care of everything, heard the low voices coming from his parents' room.
"What good would turning you in do? They wouldn't believe it. When the time comes, say it was me. They wanted to harm our family, so I