Suddenly, Xie Chengjun realized something and asked, "The name 'Wuque'... could it be...?"
"Yes," Yin Wuque nodded slightly, "This is the name my father gave me. His expectation for me was to be a perfect and upright person without flaws."
"I always thought Wuque meant living a life so full that nothing is lacking..."
Xie Chengjun suddenly realized something.
"Why are you telling me so much today?"
Yin Wuque crossed his hands and looked straight ahead.
"Today is my father's... memorial day."
"Ah?"
"Before I took the flight this morning, I went to sweep his tomb. After all, this might be the last time I do so."
Xie Chengjun looked at Yin Wuque, then suddenly said, "You actually have a lot of respect for your father, don't you?"
Yin Wuque did not answer.
His father was a man so harsh as to be suffocating, intolerant of any small flaw or defect, educating Yin Wuque to the highest standards.
