The craftsmen who built the academy lived in different places. With heavy snow falling and carriages unable to travel, An Linyu had to go on foot to notify them one by one. Even with the help of servants, An Linyu was still exhausted.

His wife, seeing him return with half a leg missing, couldn't help but frown and nag him: "Can't you be a little less worried? It's not like you're in a rush. You've made yourself sick. You don't care about yourself, but I do."

An Linyu looked at his concerned wife and took her hand, saying, "Madam doesn't understand."

"I don't understand, but I feel sorry for you."

“My life was given to me by my master. He was kind-hearted and saved me from suffering. It is only right that I give him my life. Besides, my master didn’t want my life. He just asked me to do what I could. When I see those people suffering, I can’t help but think of myself back then. If the shelter could be built sooner, perhaps one more life could be saved.”

He was repaying a debt of gratitude, and also redeeming himself.

He felt that what he was doing was like helping his past self when he was desperate.

His wife sighed upon hearing this, "You fool, but no matter what, you should take care of yourself."

An Linyu nodded: "Madam, please rest assured, I know what I'm doing."

He's not a man without sense of propriety; now that he has a wife and children and a warm bed, he's living a wonderful life! Naturally, he'll take care of himself.

"It's good that you know what's going on. If you need anything, just tell me. I can't help with big things, but I can still help with small things."

An Linyu smiled and said, "Thank you for your understanding, Madam. As long as you take good care of yourself and the child, I will have no worries."