Yun Hao took a long while to recover, "It's fine, keep monitoring."
He said that, but deep down he was extremely anxious, always feeling that something had happened.
He couldn't go back now.
Thousands of kilometers from Kyoto.
Old Zhao waited and waited, but his daughter did not return.
"Grandpa, it's already dark. Why isn't mom back yet?" Little Huzi glanced outside; it had long been dark, although it didn't seem so because of the snow.
Hearing his grandson say this made Old Zhao even more worried. Usually, if his daughter came back this late, she would have told him if she had left early in the morning.
Could she really have been held up by something?
"Well, Little Huzi, let grandpa make you something to eat first; you have school tomorrow."
But Little Huzi was worried about his mother, "Grandpa, I'll wait a bit longer for mom. It's just past six o'clock."
Old Zhao decided to wait a bit longer too.