Chu Yu sat by the reservoir, fishing without the old village chief.
The black dog, however, laid beside him, it longer feared him as before.
Perhaps it was familiarity, or maybe it was just used to Chu Yu’s presence.
The evening sun began to set.
The clouds were like the scales of the fish, red and golden, reflecting off the beauty of the sky.
Chu Yu’s mind was especially quiet.
At the beginning, he had a strong urge to consume alcohol, but he held it in.
His hair had begun to grow out, but the strands were still white.
The old village chief had no solution to this either.
He could only sigh and think that this young man had suffered too much trauma, perhaps he could only recover slowly.
However, he did not give up on trying to find away to restore Chu Yu’s black hair.
He persisted on suggesting food options, such as using sesame, eating more radish, and many other foods.
The old village chief’s kind intentions were deeply appreciated by Chu Yu.