Chen Yi left.
He didn't stay long at the Min residence, nor did he plan to. He merely gave Min Ning a distant nod before disappearing from sight in front of the grandfather and grandsons.
After this brief incident, the Min residence grew momentarily silent. The three didn't exchange words, each lost in their own thoughts and reflections, letting the cold winter wind sweep past them. After what seemed an eternity, the old man, already a ghost of his former self, let out a long sigh. Then he laughed. Then sighed again. Then smiled again. His expression shifted repeatedly, until it finally settled into a deep, weary sigh—just like a fish swimming the entire pond, only to circle back to its original spot.
Min He stared into the direction Chen Yi had left, muttering to himself:
"That man… that man is so stubborn."
Min Ning remained silent, her eyes already shining with brilliance.
