After an indeterminate amount of time, Duan Yunfei finally sighed and said, "If you know you're a fool, then be more cautious in the future."
He handed the box over, "Here."
"What is… this?" Feng Wuya asked, puzzled, as he looked at him.
"It's… Uncle Changle's keepsake. Father wanted you to have it, saying it's something to remember him by."
Duan Yunfei wanted to call him Xiao Wu but considering Xiao Wu's relationship with Duan Nian, he felt it was too distant and quickly corrected himself.
Feng Wuya took the wooden box with trembling hands and then held it tightly, sobbing quietly.
Duan Yunfei sat beside him, watching him cry, but said nothing.
When he finally calmed down, Duan Yunfei stood up and said, "Rest now, Qinglan is still waiting for me. I'll head back first."
"Wait!"
Duan Yunfei looked at him, "Is there something else?"
"Don't you… have anything you want to say?" Feng Wuya asked softly.
