After dinner, Lan Jin returned home late when the lights were already out, expecting no one in the living room. Yet, she immediately noticed a person sitting on the sofa, shadowy in the darkness like a ghost.
"You're back? Come and sit for a while."
Lan Yanhao stood up, turned on the light, and sat back down on the sofa, still neatly dressed. It was clear he had been waiting for her to return.
To stay alert, he brewed cup after cup of coffee and drank them.
Lan Jin hesitated for a moment, but, in the end, walked over unhurriedly and sat on the sofa across from Lan Yanhao.
"You should drink less coffee," she said with unusual concern, though her face showed little expression.
Lan Yanhao was taken aback, staring at his daughter blankly before obediently putting the coffee down, his tone gentle, "It seems we haven't really sat down and talked like this for many years."
Lan Jin narrowed her eyes and remained silent.
