When he arrived at the Quan family's old residence, Quan Tianyou entered the hall and saw that Quan Tao was already sitting in a wheelchair waiting for him.
"Grandpa!"
Quan Tianyou approached and squatted in front of Quan Tao, noticing that Quan Tao seemed very frail; his already graying hair had turned even whiter, which made Quan Tianyou feel a deep sorrow in his heart.
Quan Tao no longer had the vibrant demeanor he once possessed; now, he seemed to be in the twilight of his years, like a flickering candle in the wind.
"Tianyou, you've come back!"
Quan Tao saw Quan Tianyou and lifted his thin fingers to pat his shoulder, eyes brimming with tears, "Grandpa hasn't seen you in so long!"
"Grandpa, I'm so sorry!"
Quan Tianyou raised his hand to hold Quan Tao's hand, feeling the slight tremble, which made him feel even more sorrowful. Quan Tao had become this fragile.
"Tianyou, Grandpa has grown old! My health is failing..."
