As Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, the autumn air in Qing City becomes increasingly crisp. Cheng Su's in-laws and family are all celebrating in Qing City, and Old Master Cheng is no exception. He came to Qing City in his youth several decades ago, and returning to this place, he can't help but want to take a stroll around, right?
It's a holiday, and Cheng Su is his goddaughter; spending the holidays with her is just as good, especially since he truly loves this little fellow, Xiao Qi.
"Xiao Qi's eyes, resemble yours, like your aunt's." Old Master Cheng held Qi Xiaoqi, and as he gazed into his dark eyes, he said to Cheng Su, "When your aunt was young, her eyes were the most lively, as if they could speak, everyone praised them."
"Godfather..." Cheng Su sensed the old man's loneliness and gently pressed his shoulder.
