I’m old; now when I look at people, I see their essence. Senior brother, you haven’t changed.” Qi Shejiang revealed a bitter smile upon hearing this. He indeed hadn’t changed; for him, eighty years passed in an instant, and in that moment, his time folded in on itself. “I almost wouldn’t have recognized you.”
“Getting older, more wrinkles, huh?” Old Master Meng tightly squeezed Qi Shejiang’s hand. “Heaven still looks after me, allowing us to reunite. It’s wonderful!” This was a reunion after decades gone by with layers of misunderstandings, and all they could do was thank the heavens for at least a sliver of favor. “Yes, it’s good.” Qi Shejiang’s heart was filled with complex emotions that finally turned into a warm flow. To achieve a moment of completeness is good enough. . . When Qi Shejiang stepped out of the room, he saw a crowd gathered outside. Li Jing let out a sigh of relief and pushed Xu Siyu, “Quick, go notify Jessie.” He felt that Qi Shejiang’s eyes seemed a bit red and hesitated, looking back inside, wondering if the old gentleman was alright. “Nothing, I’m just preparing,” Qi Shejiang said as he wiped his face with a wet tissue.
