"Missing your father?" Zhao Fushi gently looked at his pair of children.
"Hmm," the two children nodded in unison.
"Yun Ao, Yun Xiang, Luo Song, these are my son and daughter, Zhao Ji'an and Zhao Jixiang," he continued, addressing the two children, "Ji'an, Jixiang, these three are your elder brothers—your father's students."
It was at this moment that the caution in the children's eyes slightly faded. Following their father's words, they stood straight and bowed to them. Despite going through such hardships, the children's inherent manners hadn't disappeared.
"Hello, Brother Yun Ao, Brother Yun Xiang, Brother Luo Song."
Zhao Jixiang glanced at her father, and, receiving encouragement, she too greeted them along with her brother.
Seeing the two children who were reduced to just skin and bones, Hua Yunao and Luo Song felt a pang of sadness.
Everyone at the academy knew that besides books, Zhao Fushi's most frequent topic was his pair of children.
