The young master will be coming home today, and he has already prepared some food.
Ever since Li Sanjiang fell ill and took to bed, he hasn't gone to drink with Li Sanjiang. He only visited briefly each day and didn't join in for meals, as the pressure there was too much for him to handle alone.
When he turned around, a familiar figure appeared in Old Tian's sight.
"Young master!"
Old Tian stood up, smiling as he ran over.
Su Luo was taken aback at first. He had been addressed as "young master" before, and hearing it again left him somewhat dazed.
But upon closely observing Old Tian's face, Su Luo immediately smiled.
He had seen this old man in his childhood friend's memories. He was the one who raised his childhood friend. Now, he looked old, with white hair and a hunched back.
Just like his own mother, those who truly cared for him would age and eventually pass away.
"Young master, are you alright?"
