Old Lady Zhao stood in front of the carved railing on the third floor, watching everything below, her lips curling upwards slightly.
All peacetime is born out of the ashes of warfare; it applies to a family as well.
Only after experiencing war can one truly understand peace.
Otherwise, some people would simply not know how to cherish it.
In the evening, Lin Fang stayed for dinner at the Zhao's.
All was tranquil at the dinner table, but under it, Lin Fang discreetly kicked Zhao Shen.
Zhao Shen, taken aback, looked up, only to see Lin Fang's smiling face.
Fearing that Shangguan Furong would notice, he quickly resumed eating.
"You guys carry on, I'm going to the restroom." Lin Fang put down her chopsticks and headed towards the restroom.
"I'm off for a smoke." Zhao Shen also left the table.
As soon as he stepped out of the dining room, someone gently grabbed his wrist. The pair slipped into the storeroom at the end of the corridor.
