Dinnertime.
Zhou Liang sat at the table, the food tasteless in his mouth. A heavy, unshakable weight was etched between his brows.
The disciples' increasingly difficult situation was like a stone pressing on him.
Letting things continue like this was not a long-term solution. He had to find a way out for them, for this family.
His wife, Mrs. Li, gently set down her bowl and chopsticks. "Eat," she said softly.
Zhou Liang was silent for a long moment before finally looking up. "That matter you mentioned last time, about Xiaoyu."
He paused, then said, "At the time... I didn't think it through properly."
Mrs. Li was taken aback. A complex emotion flickered in her eyes. "You agree? But you've always..."
Zhou Yu, who was eating, looked up with a hint of confusion. "Mother, what is it?"
She keenly sensed the atmosphere between her parents.
