"You're back?" Li Shiqing looked up toward Li Zhiyue, who had just pushed the door open, and asked with a smile, "Seeing that you have returned safely puts my mind at ease."
As for whether she had broken through her bottleneck, or why she had returned so late, he didn't ask.
But Li Zhiyue, upon seeing Li Shiqing's current state, couldn't help but freeze, her voice trembling as she asked, "Uncle, what's happened to you?"
"It's just old age, it's nothing, I'm fine." Though he said this, a hint of desolation still flashed in his eyes.
Li Shiqing appeared to have accepted and come to terms with his situation, but in reality, he hadn't; he still felt sadness and heartache, but he never had any regrets.
