Song Qinwen and Song Qinwu, as children, used to love following me around, and I've always known that people say they are my lackeys.
I don't like such talk, and because of this, over the years, every time I was with them, I would give them the decision-making power for anything we did, and I respected their decisions.
But it seems, that did no good, as they always say, "Don't mind us, we'll do as you say."
They came to see me today as well.
Their expressions were so sorrowful, I might have believed such sorrow before.
But strangely, since the battle at the pit, that will seems to have fused with me, and I started seeing many things I never saw before.
Like the human heart.
The hearts of brothers Song Qinwen and Song Qinwu were actually quite pleased.
They probably have never conversed with me in a manner filled with sympathy or pity.
I think one of father's sources of pain also lies here.
I suddenly miss Tang.