Ling Tianyu stood on the steps, looking at the pitch-black sky as it began to drizzle, and a cool breeze blew in.
"Whoosh!"
A sound of something cutting through the air rang out, and Ling Tianyu caught a peach blossom with his left hand.
"If only you two were still here, it would be so good." Ling Tianyu murmured, a slight pain welling up in his heart.
"If only you two were still here, you could see your grandson." Ling Tianyu took a deep breath, holding the peach blossom, feeling deeply sorrowful.
Those words were filled with sorrow.
Though Ling Tianyu could stand tall and even dare to fight against anyone, he was still a man of flesh and blood.
His biological parents in this life had both passed away, and although Wen Jing was there, that kinship was still hard to let go of.
He just didn't say it out loud, yet it was always there in his heart, just hidden away.
But he was very proud, in this life, he had gained so much.
