Zhao Hanzhang composed herself and asked, "Where is your father?"
A Wei replied indifferently, "My father has also died."
He reached inside his sleeve and pulled out a white band from his arm. The band should have been tied around his wrist, but perhaps because of his active nature or some other reason, the band had been pushed up and hidden by the sleeve.
This band signifies a recent bereavement within three months, meaning his father passed away less than three months ago.
Zhao Hanzhang felt even more regretful, unexpected that such a knowledgeable person has also passed away.
"My condolences."
A Wei said, "I've long ceased to grieve. My mother said people must look forward, my father is already of the past."
Zhao Hanzhang perked up and asked him, "Did your mother ever say anything particularly philosophical?"
A Wei: "What is philosophy?"
"It's something that sounds very reasonable."
