In the afternoon, Yun Yan's old friend came to visit with his son.
They had come from France, and this friend of his married at the age of forty-five.
Now his son is only eleven.
Only a year older than Little Amber.
"Ah Yan, how long has it been since we last met?" Lu Jinyan smiled cheerfully, "Almost ten years!"
"Yes! Is this Ting Shen? He's grown so much." Yun Yan had seen Lu Tingshen before, but at that time he had just been born.
It was only now that he realized how time flies, passing by so quickly.
Time can change a person; the previously romantic painter and non-marriage advocate Lu Jinyan now has a child who's over ten years old.
"Yes! He's already eleven." Lu Jinyan gazed lovingly at his son, three years ago, his wife passed away.
Now he devotes himself to taking care of his son, letting go of many other things.
Also because his son is so sensible, it fills him with more guilt.
"Ting Shen, quickly greet him, this is your Uncle Yun."
