C153 Homecoming

The prodigal son had no home, but he had a home. How was that home? Wherever he went, that was his home.

To return to the west, to come to the west. Perhaps this returning inn was the home of those prodigal sons, but prodigal sons never needed to return to their homes.

Qian Yi was sleeping soundly, but his knife was still in his hand. No matter what he did, he would not let it go