Old Madam Shen was surprised to see Asher appearing in her room at this time. She slowly closed the album on her lap.
Staring at her eldest grandson through her reading glass, Old Madam Shen asked, "You're not with them?"
Asher hummed softly, "They are busy drinking and playing games."
Playing games of destroying themselves, he thought silently.
The sound of his footsteps was absorbed by the thick carpet as he walked closer to his grandmother. He glanced at the reddish-brown album sitting on Old Madam Shen's lap.
"Is that one of the albums that had candid photos taken by Aunt Ma?"
Asher sat down on the bamboo chair opposite Old Madam Shen. A low table made of bamboo was placed in between them.
"I'm just looking at your grandpa's photos," Old Madam Shen smiled but, only sadness was reflected in her old eyes.
