Qin Mobai sat by the old lady's bedside, gazing at her pale and lifeless face.
It is said that the old lady fell into a deep sleep and never woke up again, departing without any pain.
To leave without illness or pain must be the greatest mercy for the elderly.
Qin Mobai leaned forward and tucked the hair on the old lady's cheeks behind her ear, his eyes soft and gentle.
Setting aside the titles of the president of Jia Sheng Group and the Qin Family's young master, Qin Mobai was the old lady's most cherished grandson. As a grandson, he naturally had to bid her farewell in the best way possible.
"Grandma, I'm back," Qin Mobai said solemnly to the old lady, "I'm sorry I couldn't let you see me one last time; it's unfilial of me as a grandson."
Qin Mobai earnestly apologized to the old lady, enduring the pain in his chest, enduring the unspeakable sadness.
His life had always been filled with declarations and farewells, as those around him left one by one.
