Jin Hengyuan returned to his room with familiarity.
It had been many years since he last came back to take a look. The furnishings inside were just as clean as before. It was as if only a few days had passed and not a few years. It was as if those barriers had never happened. The world that belonged to him was still intact, quietly staying in its original position, waiting for his occasional care.
"You're really clean."
Su Jin looked around and found too many traces of his life. He could not help but comment softly.
The air was filled with the faint fresh smell of mint leaves. It was unique to him and smelled good. It did not smell moldy at all.
Jin Hengyuan looked at it silently.
This was the first time he had spent the night with his father since the separation between father and son. He had mixed feelings.
