Outside Jiang Yubi's room, Wei stood still and I raised his hand.

*Knock knock*

Jiang Yubi, who was working on beautifying a clay pot with colors and tiny decorations, glanced at the door.

Why is Weizhe knocking on the door? Usually, he comes right inside. The maids are also away.

Jiang Yubi's hands were slightly stained with color paint.

*Knock knock*

"Ah forget it…I will wash it later."

She opened the door and saw a familiar tall figure. "Weizhe, why did you-"

She froze as her sight fell upon the man's face who was the younger version of Jiang Weizhe. Her eyes slowly widened and her lips parted in a sharp gasp.

His height, his tall frame, and his muscular build were exactly like Jiang Weizhe's just like how his Godly handsome face was.

"You…"

Jiang Yubi couldn't believe her eyes. Her gaze held a myriad of emotions of disbelief, shock and confusion. But the one feeling that overruled everything was joy.

Wei was standing right in front of her. Her son, who she couldn't meet for twenty-eight years even though they lived so near, was facing her now, tilting his head and looking at her curiously.

"Wei…" she whispered.

Her eyes teared up and she trembled. She slowly gazed at him from head to toe. She ingrained his every feature in her mind right from his beautiful black irises to his tall stature that made her crane her neck at him.

The striking resemblance made her remember Jiang Weizhe of the past.

Her lips burst into a bright smile as tears slid down her face. She dazedly raised her hand to touch his cheek.

"Y-you are really...Wei…" her voice slightly croaked, feeling emotional.

"Yes."

She shuddered, hearing his deep voice. She couldn't help but softly chuckle.

"Even your voice is just like Weizhe's…"

She saw his cheek getting stained slightly orange and she suddenly realized that her fingers were still coated with paint.

"Oh! I-I am so sorry! Your cheek got dirty…"

Wei calmly took out his handkerchief and wiped off the paint. He then stared at Jiang Yubi with slight interest as he observed her.

He finally met his mother for whom Jiang Weizhe had broken a tradition in the Jiang family that was a part of it for a long time. He faintly remembered missing her when he was very young. Whenever he saw Jiang Li and Jiang Ruiling with Jiang Ninghong, he would sense the absence of his mother that welled a strange feeling in his heart.

That was only until his training grew even stricter and then every last bit of any feelings for his mother or his family drifted away.

"I am so silly! You are still standing outside...C-come in please," she stuttered.

She was so overwhelmed that she didn't know where to start. As she turned, she saw the mess in the room she made for decorating the clay pots.

"..."

Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

Wei has come here for the first time and look at my room's state! What will he think about me?

"T-that... it's not always like this. Please don't misunderstand!"

She hurriedly tried to arrange all the stuff back to its place. At one point, she tripped and almost fell. But Wei took one large stride and held onto her arm.

"Sorry! I am really sorry for this mess...I will quickly clean this up…" she was extremely anxious and nervous. They met after so long, so she didn't want to give a bad impression.

She lacked tears to shed.

"O-Oh yes! I will bring some cookies for you!"

And so she did but when she returned, she tripped once again because of some leftover clay on her way. She softly gasped and the plate was about to fall.

But once again, Wei grabbed her and the plate together, avoiding the accident.

"..."

What am I doing!?

Wei narrowed his eyes and his lips curled into an ever so faint smile. Jiang Yubi was sure that he must be laughing at how she was making a fool out of herself.

"S-sorry…I am just...You are here for the first time…"

"You are like Lixue," he said.

She looked at him, surprised. "Huh?"

His gaze softened, thinking about his beautiful wife. "En. You remind me of her. Sometimes, she acts like you."

"Like how?"

He blinked his eyes. "Falling and tripping and getting into trouble."

She choked.

You mean to say that we are clumsy and airheads…

She wanted to cry badly.

They finally sat down and soon followed a long period of silence. Both didn't know what to talk about.

Jiang Yubi clasped her hands together. "H-How did you come here? I mean Weizhe doesn't…" she pursed her lips.

"Lixue talked to him."

She blinked her eyes. "She talked to him about you meeting me?"

"En."

She looked at him, wide-eyed. "And then?"

"Then I came here."

"..."

"I mean to ask that he-he got convinced?"

"En."

She looked at him, dumbfounded. "How? I mean I could never make him agree in all these years and she did it... just like that?"

"Yes."

"Really….how? Weizhe is very stubborn when it comes to you."

Wei raised his brow. "So is Lixue."

She coughed.

"I have observed this a few times," he quietly spoke.

"What?"

"When Lixue starts talking, people usually don't have anything to talk back to her in protest."

"!!!"

To think that even Weizhe couldn't resist her...it's…awesome?

"People either get angry or remain silent."

You mean that she knows how to hit the nerve. I am curious how she did it with Weizhe…

But she genuinely never thought that Lihua would keep her promise of bringing Wei. She had just smiled it off yesterday, but she did fulfill her promise.

"Lixue is amazing, isn't she?" She softly smiled.

Wei's eyes brightened as if he got a comrade. His whole demeanor turned warm and fuzzy in an instant. "Lixue is indeed amazing. I have learned a lot of things from her."

She beamed. "Oh? I am so glad. What all things have you learned? I-If you don't mind me asking…" she fiddled with her fingers.

"Many things...The first thing I ever noticed and learned was that she doesn't mind living a very poor life."

"!!!"