Without finishing a complete sentence, Mrs. Yuan already couldn't stop crying.
Han Xuzi glanced at her and stepped into the courtyard.
This humble little courtyard was even inferior to the servants' quarters of the Han Family.
Ming Yang and Ru Yue were also kneeling on the ground, "Greeting the elder master!"
Han Xuzi still didn't look at them, his gaze only found Yun Jinnian, standing at the entrance, dressed in a nun's attire.
Her complexion wasn't bad.
But those eyes, they pained Han Xuzi's heart.
Seeing her relative, there was no joy, no ripple, only a calm and somewhat warm gaze upon him.
"Jinnian, aren't you going to greet your grandfather?"
Yun Jinnian came back to her senses, moved forward a few steps, curtsied, and paid her respects, "Jinnian greets grandfather!"
"Get up!" Han Xuzi helped Yun Jinnian up and asked, "Have you been well these years?"
"Yes, quite well!"
No joys shared, no worries told, just three words, quite well.
