The gentle Ye Sichen is somewhat like his little grandson, Ye Changwen. In his career, he follows the rules and does not strive to be the biggest dominator, and can only be described as stable. However, in handling emotions, he is more delicate than anyone else, and perhaps he can reap the fruits of love.
"Siquan," the elderly man clasped his hands behind his back, leading the two children back to the house, talking as he walked ahead.
"Great-grandfather, please speak, Siquan is listening." Ye Siquan responded humbly behind the elderly man.
"Hmm. Great-grandfather just wants to tell you that whatever path you choose to take, remember not to regret the decisions you make. Not everyone's life can be perfectly complete. Being who you want to be is enough." The old man's nagging words seemed more like he was nagging himself.
Ye Siquan frowned his handsome little eyebrows, gazing at his shadow on the ground, lost in thought.
"Sichen—"
"Yes, great-grandfather."
