C168 Inheritance

The gazes of the father and son in the side hall did not deviate from one another, as if they did not hear the shattering sound that resounded through the room.

In that silent gaze, it was as if a thousand years had quietly flowed by. The spring breeze blew in from the window, gently blowing their hair tips to the point that it swayed gently.

As if time was stopped by the swaying of his hair