Children of the same age as his were laughing and smiling. Some were crying for simple things. The young Ming Zhi Yi just stared blankly as he watched them.
It was only when his father was looking for him with a dark face that he realized that he lost control over his emotions and made a very grave mistake.
Thus, when they arrived home and were led to his father's study, the 'discipline' session started again.
"Do you understand?" His father's cold voice sounded again.
The young Ming Zhi Yi lowered his head. He hid the curiosity and confusion in his lowered eyes. "I do...Father."
A cold hand patted his head. "Look into my eyes."
The child looked up.
"What matters you don't understand?"
His father's voice was cold. But for Ming Zhi Yi who grew up with such coldness could discern the difference between them. His father was asking him gently. Thus, it gave him the courage to ask what was bugging in his mind.