It seemed to have returned to fifty years ago.
At that time, Kunkun was also of such an age.
And now, Gu Qingfeng, with the aid of a cane, came to Lady Yu's side.
Without speaking, he silently watched Gu Zishu swinging leisurely on the trunk of the big tree.
When Lady Yu saw Elder Gu beside her, coldness once again rose to her cheeks.
After a long silence, she clenched her teeth and said, "Gu Qingfeng, I returned to Gu Garden for the sake of my grandson's family, but you, don't ever expect me to forgive you in this lifetime!"
The Old Patriarch's expression darkened as he murmured, "I know I was wrong. I don't ask for your forgiveness; I only hope I can make up for everything..."
"Make up for it?" Lady Yu scoffed coldly, "With what will you make up for it? Don't deceive yourself, what's lost is lost and cannot be made up for by anyone, and now all of this is rightfully my children's and grandchildren's."