One person's sorrow could not make the entire Chen Garden gloomy, particularly as the sorrow on Fan Xian's face always made one feel it was slightly mischievous and teasing. Sitting in the wheelchair and looking at the young man in front of him, Chen Pingping couldn't resist smiling.
It had been five years since Fan Xian saw Chen Pingping for the first time. During these five years, he had seen Chen Pingping grow old and silent. He had experienced how terrifying this elder could be. He had never realized that Chen Pingping's smile could one day appear so pure, like a child's.
The aura of darkness that usually enveloped the wheelchair was, for some reason, long gone. Chen Pingping appeared like a believer who had been vegetarian his entire life. He person emanated a clean and likable aura. It was as if he was completely transparent.