Chen Han hadn't expected the Old King to joke with him again this time. He couldn't help but chuckle before taking his leave so as not to disturb the Old King's rest.
After Chen Han left, however, the Old King did not immediately go to sleep.
Alone in his bedroom, he sat silently for a while before reaching out to open the drawer of the desk in front of him. From it, he retrieved a meticulously crafted photo album.
The photo album looked intricate and beautiful.
But when he opened the album, the photos inside were all very old, decades old.
These were pictures taken many decades ago.
The Old King's fingers trembled slightly as they brushed across a photograph of a little boy. The child appeared to be about two years old.
As he gazed at the picture, his eyes quickly reddened, and he whispered softly, almost inaudibly, "Yanyan, are you still alive? Your father has been searching for you for over forty years... Why can't I find you no matter what?"
