Tan Wenbin left the balcony and returned to his room.
Meanwhile, Tan Yunlong silently lit another cigarette.
As children, we crave to grow up quickly; as parents, we also hope that our children can mature soon.
But when that day actually arrives, both sides feel a sense of displacement.
His wife stood up from behind the sofa and walked over, looking at him with annoyance.
"What's wrong?" Tan Yunlong felt uneasy under his wife's stare.
"After you have a clear future yourself, you can then provide a future for someone else's daughter. My memory is a bit fuzzy, can you remind me who it was that climbed over the wall to see me during school and almost got his legs broken by my father?"
Tan Yunlong took a deep drag of his cigarette, the tip flaring brightly, and after blowing smoke rings towards the distance, he chuckled:
"Why don't you think about who told me you were coming home from boarding school that night?"
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