"I can't even control my own daughter, let alone my daughter's daughter! Both of them are not the kinds to save oil," sighed Commander Guan helplessly, waving his hand. "Go on, then! Zhiyuan is waiting for you at the door."
"Sure! You should rest early," Guan Qing hugged her father and then left after closing the door.
As soon as Guan Qing stepped out of the door, she saw Hen Zhiyuan standing and waiting for her outside. The moonlight draped his figure in a layer of silver-grey. Over forty years had passed across his face without seeming to leave much trace.
"Is the Commander asleep?" Hen Zhiyuan asked as Guan Qing came out.
"Not yet. He's just tired and wants to rest," Guan Qing smiled as she walked down the steps. "Not in a hurry to get home? Then walk with me in the compound."
Hen Zhiyuan nodded.
The two walked shoulder to shoulder at a leisurely pace, with the lights beside the path casting their shadows long and short.
