"Of course, who else could it be but your Grandpa Zeng?"
The girl shot Qin Jun a glare, thinking that he must be out of his mind.
"No, he's my father," Qin Jun replied with a shake of his head and a smile.
"..."
The girl felt lines of frustration forming on her forehead and suddenly had the urge to kick Qin Jun.
At that moment, the old man lifted his other hand and grasped Qin Jun's hand tightly, his voice trembling with emotion. "Xiao Jun... you're back..."
Xiao Jun?
The girl froze, stunned. It was her first time seeing Grandpa Zeng so emotional.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't filial enough."
Qin Jun sighed. For the old man, perhaps only a few decades had passed, but for him, countless eons had elapsed.
Seeing his father so old and frail pained him, yet he sorrowfully realized that he could no longer even bring himself to cry.
Countless years of trials had tempered his heart to be as unyielding as stone, his emotions subdued and distant.
