Zhao Qian'er naturally nodded her little head. "Isn't that obvious?" she seemed to say.
Zhao Rong's stern face relaxed as he turned and smiled. "Uncle Li Bai, I did indeed forget to bring something. When I was young and reckless, I didn't realize the finer points in life... no, that's not right. I didn't know what the most important thing was."
Zhao Rong looked around him.
His gaze swept over Qing Jun, who couldn't help but watch him, Zhao Kun with his serious expression, Qian'er curling his hair with her little fingers, and Li Bai, who had always loved to spar with him. Something seemed different, yet everything seemed unchanged.
Finally, Zhao Rong's eyes settled on Lingfei, and the couple looked at each other.
He nodded earnestly, "From childhood to adulthood... the most important thing has never changed, it's right here, so I came back. Uncle Li Bai, I owe you a jug of wine."
Zhao Rong spoke with sincerity.
The atmosphere in the hall quieted for a moment.
The next second.
