Mu Xiaojiu arrived at the ancestral shrine and immediately spotted the spirit tablets of the Mu family ancestors laid out there.
Mu Canghai, Mu Xiaojiu's second uncle, also the juniors' great uncle, had his spirit tablet prominently positioned in the bottom row, at the center.
Looking at Mu Canghai's spirit tablet, Mu Xiaojiu knelt down heavily.
Every time he came here, his mood would become particularly heavy.
The burden on his shoulders was too great; even a man like Mu Xiaojiu felt almost suffocated under its weight.
Because of these responsibilities, he had to bear too much, his emotions, and life had to be restrained.
Does bearing these mean that he couldn't even have the little things he occasionally wanted?
He had never asked for anything; what had he sought after all these years?
Now, looking at the ancestral spirit tablets, he began to ponder his own life for the first time.
Living, having lived for so many years, what was it all for, in the end?
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