Ji Minghuan leaned against the railing, silently gazing westward, as a silver-white iron dragon crossed the high bridge, heading into the distance with a rumble.
"It seems like ever since Mom passed away, it's been a long time since we've sat down like this to have a heart-to-heart..."
Gu Qiye leaned against the railing, tilting his head, watching the birds in the city sky.
Ji Minghuan nodded, "Yeah, since Mom passed away, it feels like you've been really busy."
"I was pretty busy before, but things will slowly get better." Gu Qiye lowered his head, "The association will soon announce that Blue Arc is dead, and then they'll hold a symbolic memorial service. After that, I won't have anything to do."
"I see."
"I'm planning to take a proper vacation and stay home to spend time with you all."
"The association wouldn't suddenly expose your identity, right?" Ji Minghuan asked.
