They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.
But for Duanmu Huai, it was really a case of looking at someone with new eyes.
He remembered that Weber had been a youngster not even 20 years old, and now he sported the face of a corporate drone...
"What have you all been making him do?"
Duanmu Huai scrutinized the man before him, and truth be told, no matter how he looked, he just didn't match the memory he had of him.
"I remember this guy used to be a bit short, and now he's grown so tall? Did he take hormones or get plastic surgery?"
"I didn't get plastic surgery, Great Judge..."
Hearing Duanmu Huai's teasing, Weber stood up, watching him with a helpless expression.
"It's just... sigh, over the years, this is what I've turned into."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, looking at what a life you've led, if you shave your head and go out on the street, people might think you've just been released from prison. Is the role of a monarch so difficult to endure?"
"Sigh..."
