That would involve another grand ceremony.
Morin clasped his hands, deep in thought.
He had been sent abroad due to some trouble he caused—would he even be allowed to attend it?
Technically, he wasn't permitted to return home yet.
"Morin," Qi Yu said, "I have a letter and a message from Xinghui and Ignatius."
"My mother and father?"
"They say, 'Come home.'"
At those words, the one who stiffened wasn't Morin—it was Malvis.
His grip tightened painfully around Morin's hand.
Seeing him look down as if trying to endure something, Morin thought for a moment, then he gently shook his head.
"Just for the occasion, that's all."
"Yes, only for the duration of the ceremony," Qi Yu added.
"Huh?"
Both Malvis and Morin looked at him.
Qi Yu gave them a slightly mischievous smile as he handed over an invitation.
It included the date of the ceremony—and listed Morin and Malvis as official attendees.
"Ah!"
