After pondering for a while, Wan Chu'er went down to the living room again, only to see Old Sir Zhong alone there, staring out the window in a daze.
Xiao Bai and Lishan were nowhere to be seen.
In the empty house, it was eerily silent, and the old man's expression was very forlorn.
This sight made Wan Chu'er feel a bit heartbroken, so she took a deep breath and deliberately made some noise.
Old Sir Zhong turned to glance at her.
The hope in the old man's eyes stung Wan Chu'er's conscience for a moment.
She went to the kitchen, poured two glasses of water, and brought them over to Old Sir Zhong.
"Did you have someone put the fresh flowers in my room?"
Old Sir Zhong looked out the window at the mottled light and shadows and slowly said,
"When your grandmother was young, she really loved fresh flowers. Every time she went out, she would always pick a bunch of wildflowers on her way back. Although we weren't well off back then, those flowers would always brighten up the house.
