Chen Ping'an bent down and lowered his head, shuffling the stove closer to himself and placing his feet on it. With the charcoal basket still in his hands, he leaned down on the table and dazedly took a nap.0

He was half-asleep and half-awake, and it was as if he had gone back in time and returned to his hometown.0

Dogs barking outside the firewood shed at midnight, the bawling of children disturbing people's sweet dreams, and the loud ironing of clothes by hunch-backed elders using wooden sticks.0

Many people would find these sounds annoying.0

Chen Ping'an had felt the same way when he was still at Clay Vase Alley, and he was given no option but to endure it.0

However, these were all trivial matters at the end of the day.0

They only became increasingly trivial as time went on, and thinking back to it now, Chen Ping'an actually felt a slight sense of nostalgia.0

There was a crack as the charcoal basket fell to the floor, waking Chen Ping'an from his hazy nap. He picked up the charcoal basket and placed it beside the chair.0

He then went to sleep.0

It was already late at night when he woke up to the sound of someone knocking on his door.0

Chen Ping'an walked over to open the door, and he almost couldn't stop himself from launching a torrent of abuse.0

The person standing in front of him was surprisingly Liu Chongrun, the island master of Bejeweled Hairpin Island.0

Chen Ping'an opened the door, yet he didn't step aside to let Liu Chongrun in.0

Liu Chongrun raised...0