"A plane."
"Wow… then I want to learn too!"
Father and son sat on the chairs by the window, one tall, one small, their figures bathed in the morning sunlight, looking especially warm.
Tong Ran's eyes were full of laughter. Chennchenn had always been naughty and hyperactive; apart from the piano, nothing else could make him settle down and study.
It was rare for Mo Nanjue to actually sit down and teach him for once.
He needed to sort out his emotions, needed to crawl out of the grief. She'd stayed with him last night, and that was already the greatest strength she could give him.
Nothing could lift him up more than having her by his side.
Tong Ran knew all of this, and she knew her man's temper and nature. No matter how strong his back looked, the deep pain in his eyes was clearer to her than to anyone else.
Some wounds have to be soothed by oneself. Losing family and brothers is undoubtedly fatal, not to mention that Mo Nanjue had been deprived of these since he was young…
