Yanyin walked slowly toward him and grasped the cold iron bars that separated them. She remained quiet for a long moment as tears began forming in her young eyes, and finally she broke out in a heartbroken cry, "How much longer, Uncle Zhenhao?"
"Hmm. Would you kill me if I said just a little longer?" he asked with an awkward frown.
"I would," Yanyin said, managing to chuckle through her tearful session as she wiped her wet face with her sleeve. "It's been five months and seventeen days!"
"Wow, has it truly been that long? I won't lie to you, I was actually able to guess it might be around that time, given how much your hair has turned completely white and how many deep wrinkles you've developed on your face. You've truly transformed into an aged woman during my absence, Yanyin."
Yanyin chuckled again despite her tears. "Shut up, Uncle! You're terrible!"
"Alright, alright. Jokes aside, have you been practicing like I taught you?"
