He turned around and walked away, fading into the distance.
Jiang Fuxi stood at the doorway for a long time before she turned back into the courtyard, still remembering the mottled moonlight that fell beneath the silver pine tree that year, capturing the stubbornness in the youth's eyes.
He had pleaded with his grandmother to take in the child from the Luo Family and raise him.
"I will support Luo San with my own money; what business is it of theirs? I'd like to see who dares to wag their tongues."
"They wouldn't dare while you're watching, but what about behind your back?"
"Let them talk; I'll support him regardless."
The Old Madam was infuriated by his lack of competitiveness and scolded, "Brother Zhi!"
The young man softened his tone, never having groveled like this before, "Grandma, I'm begging you, can Luo San come live with the Jiang Family?"
"Even if I agreed, the Luo Family wouldn't."
