Five years.
I stood at the door of my old house in Jiangcheng and ran my fingers over the mottled wooden door. On it, there were still the crooked words "Qin Bei" carved on it when I was a child.
Five years in the north, tempered by blood and fire. I went from being an abandoned son who was abandoned by my family to becoming the "Dragon King of the North" who frightened foreign forces. But all of this is nothing compared to the crazily beating heart in my chest at this moment - I want to go home, to my wife Lin Yurou, and to the daughter I have never met.
Opening the door, the yard was overgrown with weeds and the eaves were covered with cobwebs.
