Old Chen had his wife and Luo Pianxian help tidy up the storefront before inviting Luo Qiu upstairs to his home.
It was a three-story self-built house. The first floor had been decorated as a shop for business, while the upper floors were naturally used as living quarters. There were quite a few buildings of this style in the old city district.
Old Chen was a heavy smoker. At this moment, he took a small amount of tobacco from his pouch and placed it in the pipe bowl, puffing away as he tended the fire inside.
"Luo Qiu... You're Luo Qiu, right?"
He couldn't be sure whether the young man before him was the same person he knew—especially after witnessing that miracle back then.
Perhaps he was merely someone That Place had sent to remind him, nothing more than an illusion.
Luo Qiu somewhat understood what Old Chen was thinking. What he hadn't expected was to see Old Chen's name appear in the ledger. This debt had to be collected. The contract had been signed back then, and when the time came, it came. Whether he came or not, the result would be the same.
The only difference was whether he or You Ye came.
It would probably be better not to answer that kind of question.
After remaining silent for a while, Luo Qiu slowly said, "Eighteen years ago, your wife and son should have died in a car accident. But you traded your soul for the chance for your son to survive, then used half of the life you had left to extend your wife's life by eighteen years."
Old Chen slowly closed his eyes, as if recalling those events. Only after a long while did he let out a slow breath and say, "Eighteen years. A white