The old man went to the study on the second floor and had someone call for Wen Wan.
Wen Wan entered the study and handed the gift she brought over to the old man.
The old man didn't immediately open the box. Instead, he gazed at the old box, lost in thought for a moment. He usually enjoyed tea tasting and calligraphy, and occasionally, he would dabble in antiques.
This ancient painting had caught his attention last year. Due to its extravagant price, he had no intention of purchasing it, so the matter was set aside.
Upon first glance at the old box, the old man had already guessed what was inside it.
He sighed with a sense of melancholy, "How quickly a few years pass... things remain but people change..."
There was an implied meaning in his words, and Wen Wan could hear it. She smiled and said, "Dad, the past is gone. Look at me now, I'm living well on my own, am I not?"
"I know you're doing well," the old man sighed again, "but I also know that you can't let go."
