Shu Rui was looking increasingly aged and world-weary.
Sometimes, aging really seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.
Shu Yimo walked silently beside Shu Rui, who also strolled with his hands behind his back. The grandfather and grandson were silent for quite a while before Shu Rui suddenly asked—
"How has Ayu been treating you?"
"He... respects me a lot and takes good care of me. He's quite nice."
Shu Yimo replied sincerely.
"That's good! I knew Ayu was a decent man. I was just worried, considering you inherited your mother's stubbornness, too proud to admit defeat or show weakness. I just hope that... You're smart and you should know that, oftentimes, the relationship between people and things is relative. If Ayu is good to you, you also have to be good to him. That's the only way it'll last..."
Shu Rui spoke with heartfelt seriousness.
