Ming Rusheng couldn't sleep and came out of his room towards the vast gallery of his floor. The woman he liked, it was difficult to even ask for the dinner and how things turned out like this.
The cold and pleasant breeze continued to play with his hair as he blankly stared ahead. He looked at the sky and trees moving along the wind only to realize there will be rain.
"What are you thinking about?"
Ming Rusheng heard it and turned to look at the person. His father was standing at the door of the gallery.
"Father.."
Ming Yusheng went to him. "What are you doing here at this hour?"
"I couldn't sleep," Ming Rusheng answered.
"That's why I asked what are you thinking about so deeply?" Ming Yusheng countered as he stood beside his son.
"Just random stuff," Ming Rusheng replied.
"For the past few months, you don't look good. Did something happen? You can tell me if you want to?" Ming Yusheng offered.
