Bazak quietly lowered his head. Despite everything, she was a woman he once loved, no matter how much sorrow she brought him, this honest man believed. He shouldn’t have casually judged Tu Ya. His past was a blend of both sorrow and joy, and to deny all of it would be like denying the years he foolishly gave his heart. The woman paused, glanced at Bazak, and eventually, she just sighed. "Now, I even have some regrets." Bazak was slightly startled and couldn’t understand the meaning of the woman’s "regrets". What the woman was thinking about was how years ago she wanted to take Tu Ya away, but the female leader of the Kechar tribe claimed that it was better for a child to stay with their birth mother. Yet, the timid little girl back then had grown up to be . Just like the cacti outside her house, all twisted and out of shape. At his most humble moment in love, he had thought. If one day his life no longer included Tu Ya, what should he do, could he still go on? From the moment he saw Tu Ya, from when their feelings started to grow, he seemed to have made her his entire world. But since "dying once", he had realized whether he was simply unfeeling or it was just human nature. No one can’t live without someone else, how life goes on, whether to live brilliantly or to decay, how one wants to be, it truly all depends on a single thought. Bazak began to calm life. No longer worrying about his beloved woman suddenly bringing home a strange man, no need to pretend to be happy while his heart ached. He didn’t have to force a smile anymore; he just needed to be himself. It was a kind of liberation for the soul. And the more he enjoyed this peaceful and tranquil life, the more he was grateful to "Sir". Because he knew that everything he had now was brought to him by Sir. Even if on that day, if his luck hadn’t been good and Sir hadn’t saved him when he tried to end himself, perhaps... perhaps he would have died. It was just dawn, and he was sweeping the sand in the yard. Suddenly, he looked up and saw a group approaching from the desert. The group consisted of five people. Three men and two women, some on horses and some on camels. Bazak recognized them at a glance. Among these five people, three he had seen before in the Kechar tribe. Dong Huiying saw Bazak, which she hadn’t expected. The Bazak who the Kechar tribe thought was dead, was he still alive? Their group crossed the dry riverbed, and after the team stopped, she and Liang Haoming dismounted. Haoming gently supported her arm. During the operation to rescue Hong Wenbin, she had injured her shoulder. But she had effective medication, and the wound was almost healed, yet Haoming was still worried. This man, who usually seemed so serious, sometimes really did fuss like an old mother. Bazak seemed to think of something, suddenly came back to his senses. He hurriedly put down the broom and turned to walk into the house—"Sir!!" The woman in the black cloak was still asleep. She was suddenly woken up by Bazak. The woman wasn’t annoyed, her tone mild and indifferent, only slightly hoarse from just waking up.