"Father." Zhao Yan waved his hand in front of Zhao Gao, trying to catch his attention. "Earth to Father. What are you thinking about? You're so lost in thought that you didn't even notice me walking right in front of you."
It was strange, really. Zhao Gao didn't know anyone in the Capital. He spent his days at home cooking or tending to chores, trying not to disturb Zhao Yan’s studies. He was like a phantom—always around, yet never seen. Sometimes Zhao Yan felt like he was living alone; Zhao Gao’s presence was so faint it was practically nonexistent.
"Huh?" Zhao Gao snapped out of his trance, looking a bit dazed. At least he was responsive now. "Ah-Yan, what did you just say?" Zhao Gao had only seen Zhao Yan’s lips moving; he hadn't heard a word. The consequence of daydreaming was a rather sluggish reaction time.
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