Su Qinglong arrived at Su Wanxia's room with a smile on his face after a while.
"Xiaxia, what did you want to see Grandpa about? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Looking at the kindly old man in front of her, full of concern, a warm current swept through Su Wanxia's heart.
"Grandpa... I'm sorry." She lowered her head, somewhat embarrassed.
But when Su Qinglong heard her call him "Grandpa," he became emotional and his eyes reddened. He had waited for this "Grandpa" for over twenty years, longing for it and finally hearing it before leaving this world.
"Child, what silly things are you saying? It's Grandpa who owes you an apology. I not only failed to protect you well, but also failed to fulfill a grandfather's responsibilities..." His weathered face betrayed a hint of guilt, and his warm eyes took on a touch of time-worn sorrow.
Su Wanxia was moved, and at the same time, she felt regret for her previous attitude.