After a long silence, he gathered his thoughts, took a deep sigh, and looked down at the mobile phone in his hand, "Understood."
With that, he ended the call.
Immediately, he dialed again, his expression darkening as he did so.
Upon hearing the call connect, without waiting for the other person to speak, he went straight to the point, "Tell Ji Jingfeng that if he continues behaving this way, and he thinks he wants peace, I won't give it to him. Let the mother and son just stay on the island."
Having said that, he did not give the other person a chance to speak and immediately hung up the call.
Outside the window, the falling snowflakes finally became more numerous. He frowned deeply, looking up toward that unreachable place.
A face weathered with age and sorrow, "It's my fault."
...
Snow had fallen in many parts of the country, yet the climate on Garden Island remained mild.
The courtyard was still full of blooming flowers, a vision of spring.
