Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
Then he quickly reined them in.
Wei Yang withdrew his gaze and said blandly, "Stop kneeling. Get up."
"Yes." Wei Chen secretly let out a breath of relief, rose to his feet, and obediently came over to pour tea for his grandfather.
Yet he could not help feeling somewhat dejected.
Because he seemed to have detected a trace of... disappointment in his grandfather's gaze?
Thinking of this, he could not help feeling wronged.
It seemed he had never really done anything wrong, had he?
Deep down, what he cared about most was precisely his grandfather's opinion of him.
He usually acted as though he did not care at all, but in truth, it was what he cared about most.
Thus, although he did not particularly enjoy cultivation and had little motivation for it, he had still been quite diligent and hardworking over the years.
Play was play, but he had truly put his heart into cultivation and rarely slacked off.
All because he hoped that one day, he would earn his grandfather's approval.
Now, it seemed he had failed.
"So Grandpa has disliked me ever since he first saw me when I was little?"
Wei Chen poured the tea, but his eyes were unfocused and his mind elsewhere.
He muttered to himself, So that's why Grandpa has never cared about me or paid attention to me all these years?
He kept asking himself why. It seemed he had never done anything wrong.
"The tea is overflowing," Wei Yang suddenly reminded him.
"Ah, oh!" Wei Chen jolted at the words. Only after coming back to his senses did he realize that the tea had long since overflowed from the cup and spilled across the table.
He hurriedly set down the teapot, took out a cloth,