Qingyi, to be honest, had never been good at emotional reunions, so he preferred to wait outside while Yuehan met with her father.
Inside, the reunion unfolded in a haze of tears and quiet, heartfelt words. Out on the balcony, Qingyi remained silent, his gaze fixed on the horizon beside Tianjin.
"You've done a great deal for the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance, Qingyi." Tianjin's voice was calm and composed, carried gently by the breeze.
Qingyi smiled faintly, the corners of his lips barely curving upward.
"I did only what any good son-in-law ought to do to help his father-in-law."
After those words, a long silence settled between them, broken only by the distant whisper of the wind sweeping past the palace towers.
Both continued to gaze at the horizon.
