The winter wind brushes past the old tree, shedding the last dead leaf.
The courtyard remains as it was, with scenes from past years surfacing like dreams before Xu Yuan, who from childhood to adulthood had never entered this courtyard for the first time.
As a child, he would rush here mostly to find his father.
At that time, he didn't think much of it, to a child, a father is like a towering figure, omnipotent, subconsciously wanting to be close to him.
In youth, his temperament gradually changed, and so did his desires.
His trips to the study were no longer to find that old man; although he remained omnipotent, he no longer wished to encounter him there.
After all, he was there to steal something.
My father's thoughts are the national policy.
Stealing a little minute detail from this study and selling it can be an absolute insider's secret.
Later, he returned to the beginning.
Because his father was as omnipotent as ever.
