Fu Yung was silent all this time as she listened intently in Master He's story. And, of course, she too as feeling uneasy at the hawk-like eyes of the old man, the eyes that was full of darkness. It made her feel like he can see through her making her shiver in fear. Still, she gritted her teeth.
"My granddaughter, however, was left to care for herself after her mother died a sudden death. Her father neglected her, made her alone and suffer all on her own. Unfortunately, I was not there when she need someone, me, the most. You see, she became cold."
Grandpa He's eyes dimmed. He grunted, standing up from the coach as he walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window. His cane supported him but his back never bent. But under the brilliant glow of the sun outside, his back was looking lonely, sad, cold.
