Chang Yi and Mingyun were worried and wanted to stay longer. Zhou Shuren waved his hand and said, "You should go back, let us have some quiet."
Chang Yi's nose tingled, his eyes were red, it was the first time his father didn't hold back his sorrowful emotions.
After Zhulan saw her sons and grandsons leave, she wiped her eyes with a handkerchief. She didn't want to cry, even though she knew that Ming Teng's chance of surviving the avalanche was slim. Deep down, she still clung to a sliver of hope, so she couldn't cry; her grandson would surely be okay.
Zhou Shuren held his wife's hand, "If you want to cry, just cry."
"I won't cry."
Zhou Shuren tightened his grip, then finally let go. He didn't want to close his eyes because as soon as he did, he could see images of Ming Teng growing up, and some blurred memories became clearer.
As Chang Yi and the others returned to their respective courtyards, everyone in the back courtyard knew that something had happened to Ming Teng.
