My Reason for Calmness Chapter 116

In the evening when the drizzle had just stopped, Zhou Yungui sat under the porch drinking tea.

A patch of azaleas in the flowerbed, accompanied by rain and dew, is so beautiful that it makes me feel pity for it.

Zhou Yungui was not old, in his early sixties, and he took good care of himself, but for some reason, his hair had turned prematurely white, as fine as snow, tied tightly into a bun, and fixed with an agarwood hairpin. His knees were straight, and even a leisurely pastime like drinking tea was somewhat disciplined when Zhou Yungui did it.

"Grandpa, Young Master Sun has been busy with errands these days and comes back late. Why don't you have dinner first?" the housekeeper advised.

"No need." Zhou Yungui waved his hand. The housekeeper didn't dare to say anything more and just waited on the side.