In the east room, the dim light made the silence almost unsettling. On the kang bed, Mr. Shi knew his old friend was still tossing and turning, even with his eyes closed.
'See?'
'He knew it. No matter how calm and unbothered the man appeared in public, how could he possibly remain tranquil after seeing his own granddaughter after so many years?'
'Especially since he still hasn't had the chance to see his son. After seeing his granddaughter, it was a given that the old man would only miss his son more.'
'Outsiders might not know, but how could he, his sworn brother, not understand? The ruthlessness hidden beneath the old fellow's cultured and refined exterior was reserved solely for his enemies.'
'When it came to his closest kin, the old fellow was hopelessly soft-hearted. If that weren't the case, would Cheng Youliang even still be alive? He'd have been reduced to a pile of dirt long ago.'
