James Black watched Old Master Black practice calligraphy in the study for more than half an hour. Old Master Black didn't speak, so James Black also refrained from speaking proactively.
It wasn't until Old Master Black put down the pen and looked toward him.
He spoke.
"This matter is my mistake in considering," Old Master Black, with age, didn't have as bad a temper as he did when he was younger.
When he did something wrong, he acknowledged it, and Old Master Black would reflect upon it.
"Yo had a point when she said it was my fault for not considering that when things went wrong in the past, you were still so young."
Aunt's words to Old Master Black struck a chord with him.
He always imposed his own thoughts on James Black, but he overlooked that James Black, who returned to the Black Family with him in the past, was still a child, a child who didn't yet know how to manage his emotions.
