"You will see her in the future. In fact, she should be back soon." Zhao Yang's father said with a smile, then he looked at his son: "Shouldn't you be practising at this time? Why are you here?"
"He doesn't want to practice boxing, so I brought him here." Zhao Yang said to his father: "Father, we will practice in this courtyard! You can give us some pointers too."
"Alright." Zhao Yang's father nodded. He stepped back to give them space to practice what they had been learning before he gave them any pointers.
As they looked at the two children gesturing, the couple couldn't help but smile at each other. They never thought that they would see their son grow up, this kind of happiness was hard to come by, and it was something they cherished dearly.
What's more, they were even more grateful to the person who gave them such happiness, their son's Master.
