The night was so quiet, and beneath the eaves, father and son stood shoulder to shoulder, the only sound the patter of rain.
"Here in Yincheng for business?" After a moment, it was the father who spoke first, his voice calm, but still, a hint of tremor could be discerned.
Li Fengchang pulled back his distant gaze to look at the puddle of water, "Grandpa is sick and wanted to see you."
Li Sheng paused, "Is it serious?"
"..." Li Fengchang did not immediately respond, only slowly clenched his fists tighter, his expression growing darker, "Does it have to be serious for you to consider going back?"
Three years ago, the old master had been seriously ill, and though Li Fengchang had come alone, Li Sheng still hadn't returned in the end.
Li Sheng lowered his eyes, "Your Aunt Tan's illness... has only been in these past two weeks..."
