When Ye Tang came home today, he felt that the atmosphere in the house was a bit different. His eldest son's whole family was sitting stiffly on the sofa, their eyes drifting toward the kitchen from time to time, and the younger son, who hadn't smiled in four years, was actually standing at the kitchen door talking to someone, with a gentle smile on his face.
"Qiu'er!" Ye Tang hurried over impatiently, but the instant his youngest son saw him, the smile on his face vanished, making him feel as if he'd just imagined what he saw a moment ago.
"Dad." Although the smile was gone from his face, Ye Qiu still broke with his usual habit and greeted him.
"Hey…" Ye Tang replied in a trembling voice, and just as he was about to say something more, he saw his youngest son turn his head again, his expression calm as he looked toward the kitchen.
