Wen Jun stared at Gong Yu.
Gong Yu stared back.
Neither spoke for several breaths.
Finally, Wen Jun placed his book on the table.
"So?"
"I told you."
"You told me your grandfather answered nothing."
"He didn't."
Wen Jun raised a brow.
"But he specifically told you not to underestimate Miss Song, to listen if she gives you advice, and that you could learn more from her than you expect."
"Exactly."
"That isn't nothing."
Gong Yu leaned back in his chair.
"That's why it's bothering me."
Wen Jun tapped his fingers against the table.
His grandfather, Wen Huo, had also been leaving home frequently lately.
Usually, the old physician would tell the family where he was going, even if only vaguely.
A patient.
An old friend.
An herb garden.
An auction.
But recently?
Nothing.
And whenever Wen Jun asked, Wen Huo simply said that he was:
meeting people from the past.
At first, Wen Jun had not thought much about it.
Now—
his eyes slowly narrowed.
