Returning from Xia Nuo's place, Fang You noticed the muddy leather shoes on the shoe rack as soon as he opened the door.
Dad was back.
Voices discussing grown-up matters were coming from inside the house.
Fang You closed the door, and then heard Fang Guanghui, who was in the living room from the noise, come out from the house.
He now sported a standard buzz-cut and looked much more mature than before, always walking with his hands clasped behind his back.
However, perhaps feeling slightly guilty, Fang Guanghui still seemed somewhat restrained in front of Fang You:
"You You, I heard you were recently sick, it's nothing serious, right? Is it okay?"
"It's fine," Fang You shook his head.
"Ah…"
…
Fang Guanghui, mouth agape, had an expression of someone wanting to say more but hesitating.
"I heard that you did really well in that soapbox derby you entered before."
"Hmm."
"It's good that you won."
