Just as Fang Han stepped through the moon gate of Tingyu Pavilion, two figures hurried out from the main building.
It was his father, Fang Zheng, and his mother, Lin Wan.
"Han'er!"
His mother, Lin Wan, rushed forward, grabbing Fang Han's hands and looking him up and down, as if trying to etch his every change into her memory.
"You've gotten thinner... You must have suffered a lot at the Sect."
"You're back."
His father, Fang Zheng, stood beside his mother, his usually stern face now filled with excitement.
His lips moved a few times, but in the end, he just patted Fang Han's shoulder heavily.
"Father, Mother, I'm back."
Fang Han squeezed his mother's slightly cold hand and smiled at his father.
His gaze went past his parents' shoulders toward the entrance of the main building.
There stood a small figure in a little pink jacket, her hair tied in two topknots.
A pair of large, dark eyes blinked as they looked over. It was his little sister, Fang Ying.
