"It's been a while, Grandfather."
Since Ai Qing went to study in London, it had been seven years since she saw her Grandfather. Yet, after seven long years, her greeting was not the warm and affectionate one others might have expected, but one of almost loathing indifference.
Yin Liangji listened calmly to her words, looking around with an air of nonchalance before finally resting his eyes on her desk.
The card encased in a crystal frame.
Even with his back to the frame, he could imagine what the image on it looked like.
"This must be your most proud masterpiece, right?" He nodded knowingly, indicating approval. "Your vision is much better than mine... After so many years away from home, Little Qing, you have indeed achieved something."
Ai Qing lowered her head to look at the radiant face in the picture and couldn't help but laugh.
"What's this? Are you regretting it now, Grandfather?"
"Ah, yes."
