If he were any other man, he might laugh, but it's good to see Sizhui and instead, he merely offers a quirk of his lips that looks to anyone who knows him like beaming.

"It's really me, Sizhui." He always did have trouble not spoiling Sizhui, but honestly, he turned out a bright, upstanding young man. Wei Ying had even thought so himself, even before knowing who had raised him.

"How do I prove it to you?"