When Lu Yinchu returned to the living room, the old man had woken up from his nap and was having tea. After Xia Zhen gave Lu Yinchu a look, she left. Lu Yinchu walked over and sat down across from the old man.
"Xiangchen's wife came just now?"
The old man lifted his tea cup, his gaze indifferent and his voice tinged with a trace of exhaustion.
Lu Yinchu pursed his lips and nodded, "Yes."
The old man sighed, "Because of this woman, Xiangchen has suffered all his life, but after all, she gave birth to three children for Xiangchen; Mufang, Muyun and Weihuan, all of whom I genuinely like. It's better to let go of some things. I think your father might have thought the same."
Lu Yinchu didn't say anything else, he nodded in agreement.
Some things, he could only bury deep in his heart, not tell anyone, so that even when he was in pain, it wouldn't double, making those around him suffer with him.
