It was also the same deep, quiet night.
Long Ziheng had returned home wrapped in the coolness of the evening.
The old house had already settled into silence. He had intended to go straight upstairs to rest, but unexpectedly, as he passed through the hall, he saw the elderly patriarch, Long Ao, waiting on the sofa.
"Ziheng, you're back!"
It was the patriarch who first broke the silence with a greeting.
Only then did Long Ziheng slowly walk over and sit down on another sofa, speaking up, "It's so late; why hasn't Grandpa gone to rest?"
"I was waiting for you. I have something I want to talk to you about."
Long Ao observed him quietly. His aged eyes remained sharp, as if trying to capture some emotion on Long Ziheng's face, but even after a long look, he couldn't discern any change in emotion.
"What does Grandpa want to talk about?"
Long Ziheng sat silently, meeting Long Ao's gaze steadily, his voice betraying no particular emotion.
