The setting sun, like blood, dyed half the sky red as it set. The daylight darkened inch by inch, and it was time for the father and son, who should have been in the military camp, to return home.
The sound of horse hooves gradually grew louder and closer.
Cui Yang's expression was cold and rigid as he dismounted from his overturned carriage, his armor gleaming with a cold light.
"Daddy."
Cui Bai was about to catch up.
Although Dowager Wu did not cry in front of Cui Yang, her subtle words hinted at nothing but past events, trying to evoke Cui Yang's reluctance to part with his deceased wife. Yet the conversation revolved around the same few sentences.
—You are a good son-in-law. I have always known, it's been a long time since we've seen each other, knowing you are busy, I specially brought you your favorite snacks.
Snacks?
Cui Yang, that rough man, did not like sweet things. It was probably his late wife who liked them.
