The morning wind was light and gentle, blowing the curtains slightly, raising and lowering the corners.
The room was quiet.
Wen Rendong passed by from outside and saw Lin Gantang gently helping Wen Yanqing straighten his collar and speaking to him in a soft voice.
Wen Rendong couldn't help but stop in his tracks and watch quietly. He suddenly recalled the time he spent with Wen Yanqing's mother, Fang Xin.
Looking back now, Fang Xin was the most sincere and gentle woman he had ever met. Every time he thought of her, he felt more regretful and guilty.
"Uncle Wen!" Lin Gandang turned around and saw Wen Rendong outside the door.
When Rendong came back to his senses and asked, "I came up to look for Blackie. Did it enter your room?"
