The conversation with his son had gone surprisingly well. Lin Shunhe left the attic, his heart a mixture of pride, worry, and relief.
In the enclosed corridor on the way back to his room, he gazed at the hazy fog outside the newly installed glass windows and suddenly spoke.
"Elder Du, what do you think of Ah Hui now?"
The black-clothed old man who had been following behind him slowly straightened his back.
"Young Master Hui is a man with a mind of his own."
That was the extent of his evaluation—just that one sentence. But Lin Shunhe knew that, given Elder Du's personality, such a comment was already high praise.
After a moment of silence, he asked again.
