It seems like the wish has just been fulfilled, only to dissolve into emptiness again, leaving behind regret.
Even until now, when Grandfather is about to depart, Chen Yi has not left a single good impression on him.
Min Ning's voice carried a slight choke: "Grandfather…"
Min He merely smiled gently, shook his head, and said nothing.
At this point, he no longer brought up that person—after all, this was the last day.
However, amid Min Ming's voice trying to block the way,
Min He's pupils slowly widened.
That familiar face stepped into the courtyard.
"It's you!"
Min He took a deep breath, his voice heavy.
As the words fell, Min Ning abruptly turned her head and saw Chen Yi standing there.
The warmth dispersed in an instant, the atmosphere took a harsh turn, the wind turned cold and desolate. That person said nothing, stepping slowly on the fallen leaves scattered across the courtyard.
