Zhang Zhan was about to say something, but Zhang Yan merely smiled faintly, stood up, and walked away with a sweep of his sleeve.
Zhang Zhan froze. The brothers had been separated for years, and now reunited, he had countless questions to ask and words to say. Yet Zhang Yan left decisively, without a trace of hesitation. Instinctively, Zhang Zhan reached out his hand, but after a brief thought, he shook his head and lowered it again.
Zhang Chunde glanced at his father and said, "Father, I'll go bring back Uncle!"
Before Zhang Zhan could even respond, Zhang Chunde quickly chased after him.
He thought he could catch up with Zhang Yan within a few steps. However, the figure ahead, though walking with an unhurried cadence as if strolling leisurely, always managed to stay out of reach despite Zhang Chunde's eager pursuit. A growing sense of astonishment gripped his heart.
