Seeing her husband's entire face turn blue with anger, Madame Lu quickly pulled him into the room and selected an appropriate outfit for him. After all, this was for a family portrait, and at the very least, their clothes needed to be presentable.
"The kids are all grown up," sighed Lu Heyan, feeling as if he had aged decades in an instant, almost as much as his own father.
Madame Lu, holding clothes against her husband's frame, heard his disheartened words and laughed, "Look what you're saying. Isn't the whole point of raising children to see them grow up?"
"But in my heart, I always think of them as children, still so small," Lu Heyan remarked, using his hands to indicate the height his sons reached to his knees back then, fondly reminiscent. Children are better when they're little, so obedient, always clinging to their parents all day long—not like now, each in their own world.