Ziyu thought of that young boy's appearance, which bore a resemblance to the master's features, inheriting the master's good looks. But unfortunately, he was born deaf and mute—a waste of heaven's gifts...
"Let's go, let's see him." The woman flicked her sleeve and turned to leave.
Ziyu immediately followed with quick, small steps.
When the woman pushed the door open, she saw the boy sitting on the edge of the bed with his back facing the door. Sunshine enveloped his entire body, yet his slender, thin back exuded loneliness and solitude from deep within.
The boy did not turn around.
The woman walked towards him gracefully, step by step.
She finally stood in front of him, casting a shadow that blocked the sunlight. The boy finally looked up.
