The two elders of the Wang family — incessantly talking.
Wang Xinfei didn't make a sound, quietly listening.
However, the corners of her mouth curled up a little, with an ambiguous smile.
In the depths of her eyes, a hint of pity emerged. Looking at the two who should have been the closest to her, the distance between the three seemed to be growing.
"Father, Grandfather, is this all you wanted to say?"
After a while, Wang Xinfei interrupted the two.
"What, these things aren't important?"
Wang Lutai stroked his beard, expressing the frustration of a blacksmith whose iron isn't hard enough.
"I know you've grown up strong, with your own ideas."
"But the salt we've eaten, the blood we've shed, put ten of you together and it still wouldn't compare!"
"If you don't listen to our suggestions and encounter hardships in the future, don't come crying to us!"
"Crying?" Wang Xinfei laughed, "Grandfather, I haven't cried for a long time."
