Just as the two of them were in the middle of their playful scuffle, the heavy, ancient gates of the Lin Estate slowly swung open. Seemingly bearing the vicissitudes of time, the doors let out a deep, drawn-out creak—a sound like a sigh from antiquity, lingering softly in the air.
Yet, neither of the frolicking pair noticed a thing. Absorbed in their mutual laughter and horseplay, they remained entirely oblivious to the changes around them.
Father Lin stood quietly inside the doorway. Watching the playful scene, his thoughts drifted far away like a runaway horse. His gaze grew soft and misty, filled with the glow of memories—a radiance bright and warm like twinkling stars.
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