In a small sitting room, Su Jixin poured two cups of strong wine before passing one to Wu Ling and gesturing for the young man to take a seat. Several moments passed while the older man stared into his cup, his brows furrowed and his thin lips pursed.
Three decades. For three decades, Zou Suyin and Su Yao had been the center of his world. Staring into his cup of wine, he couldn't help but recall when he'd sat in a position similar to Wu Ling, alone in a room with Suyin's father Zou Ruiyan while the stern-looking Warrior stared at him with eyes that tracked every movement.
"It isn't that I doubt your sincerity, Young Su," the veteran hunter said bluntly. "It's that I'm troubled by your occupation. You're an Architect, aren't you? That's a very noble profession in a city as vast as ours, but it does little to reassure me that you'll be able to keep my Yin'er safe. If it were your older brother sitting here, we'd be having a very different conversation."
