After giving Mu Lianmiao a reassuring look, Musheng followed Mu Hecheng's figure.
It had been a very long time since she had seen Mu Hecheng, who seemed to have aged even more since their last meeting.
At least Musheng, following behind, noticed that the silhouette of him using a cane had begun to stoop a bit, and without others by his side, he seemed to emanate a lonely sense of his twilight years—something inconceivable in Musheng's memory.
In her recollection, Mu Hecheng, like herself, had never had a moment of weakness.
Now, she didn't know if Mu Hecheng was deliberately portraying this image for her to see.
When they reached Mu Hecheng's study and closed the door, his somewhat hoarse and aged voice came through, "The matter with your father was something I hadn't anticipated."
Musheng fell momentarily silent; she stared at Mu Hecheng's back, unable to discern his emotions, until after a long while, she slowly began, "You are not to blame for that incident."
