"It's been a long time, brother."
When two old gentlemen meet, a pat on the shoulder is usually enough, even if there's a flood of excitement inside, it all sums up to "long time no see".
However, seeing Brother Guan as he was now, Lu Ping'an couldn't help but feel a sense of profound reflection.
Even for a normal person's physiological age, Brother Guan should be just over thirty, so he shouldn't have the appearance of a weather-beaten, old sailor with gray at his temples.
It must be the pressure and the endless trivial matters that had made him this way.
Just by looking at his face, Lu Ping'an knew that these years had not been kind to Guan Xinxian.
Lu Ping'an opened his mouth, wanting to offer some comfort, but lines like "The team won't forget your contribution" or "Have you achieved your goal?" still felt too light to utter.
Seeing, remembering, and responding with actions, perhaps, is the way men should act.
