The fiery sun slowly descended, and the night began to fall.
The last glow was bit by bit devoured by the darkness. At this speed visible to the naked eye, at this time every day, Huo Zongtao's mood was always somewhat uneasy.
For an old man who refused to admit his age, this was the least welcome sight.
Time slipped away slowly, day after day, and he was getting older.
"Eldest Young Master's plane has already taken off," Chang Zong said softly.
Huo Zongtao had been looking up at the sky; he seemed to hear Chang Zong's words, yet also as if he hadn't.
Every day at this time, he would be inside the house, only today…
He came out of the house and stomped into the courtyard.
Looking up at the sky, the airplane appeared in the night, moving from east to west, slowly ascending, then continuing westward.
From first being clearly visible to disappearing without a trace.
Huo Siyu, his only grandson, had already left.
"Ah..."
An almost inaudible sigh escaped Huo Zongtao's lips.
