Chen Yindou revealed a hint of a smile, "He was always clever, learned everything quickly, and was sensible. When I joined the Independents, I was always busy outside and neglected my home, only returning once a year. But Little Ten always remembered me. Every time I came home, he would come to meet me from afar, calling me 'Grandpa' and asking to be held. At that time, he was only three or four years old."
Xuan Shan thought for a moment, not quite understanding human emotions, and said, "After his rebirth, he still outshines others; compared to him, other humans seem dull. Are you really ready to let him go, Yindou?"
Chen Yindou shook his head, hands behind his back looking towards the distant mountains, and murmured, "Let go of kinship? No, I can never let go."
Xuan Shan stood behind him and said, "Sometimes, you have no choice but to let go."