As AiLin was trying to figure out the expression that riddled Samuel's face, someone had came from behind him, giving him a pat on his shoulder. It was an older man in his fifties with a moustache lining above his lips. He had a rather gruff face but his clothes with the plain button up shirt and a sweater make him more comforting than stern. His eyes moved toward her, surprise coloring his lips until he turned his face into a smile. His voice was warming, "My daughter has came home," he said, to the point that his tone mellowed into a sadness. "Come on, Valen," he pulled his wife's hands, bringing out a woman older than AiLin herself, her face was stern, her eyes foxy with the ends of her eyes curving upward which set her different to her daughter and son. Her smile could give someone a chill but she seemed like someone who wouldn't smile even upon winning a gamble.
Her eyes turned to look at AiLin, and although it was brief, AiLin could see her eyes widening slightly.
