Jin Zixuan helped his father to his feet, both men looking broken, defeated, aged beyond their years. Jin Chengyu's expensive suit was wrinkled, his tie askew, his eyes swollen and red.
"We understand," Jin Zixuan finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We'll... we'll wait. However long it takes." He met Su Feng's eyes. "But please, please take care of her. And if she ever... if she ever asks for us..."
"You'll be the first to know," Su Feng promised, and this time there was no sarcasm, no coldness. Just weary sincerity. "I'm not doing this to hurt you. I'm doing it because that girl has been hurt enough. She deserves peace, even if that peace doesn't include you right now."
Jin Chengyu nodded mutely, unable to speak past the lump in his throat. He straightened his jacket with trembling hands, trying to salvage some dignity from the wreckage of this conversation.
He escorted them back to the private lounge where the other family members waited in tense silence.
