Zheng Qianyang saw the change in Huo Chenhuan's expression. He was pleased, but also a little disappointed.
After Huo Chenhuan's parents passed away, the only family he had left in this world was Huo Chenhuan.
Originally, the two of them were dependent on each other. Now that Huo Chenhuan had his own happy little family, he was still alone. Zheng Qianyang could not help but feel a little lonely.
Huo Chenhuan seemed to notice Zheng Qianyang's unintentional vulnerability. He was startled and suddenly realized that the man he had once admired and hated was no longer young.
Time had not favored the man in front of him. His temples had been stained with frost, and there were many wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
Perhaps in a few more years, the man in front of him would gradually hunch his back, and his consciousness would gradually fade.
He would remember some people, but most of the time, he would forget some people.