Qin Mobai pushed Qin Sheng into the room and then quietly left.

He envied the relationship between his grandparents, able to remain as lovely and romantic after decades together as in their first love.

Back when Qin Mobai lived with the Qin Family, he would see Qin Sheng personally go to the garden to cut the most beautiful roses to give to his grandmother; every year on grandma’s birthday and their wedding anniversary, grandpa would always surprise grandma.

Over the years, grandma "reigned supreme" at home, all thanks to the privileges given by grandpa.

And, well...

There were too many stories; if one were to talk about grandpa and grandma’s love story, Qin Mobai could probably speak all afternoon without repeating.

Now, his grandmother has passed away, leaving grandpa alone in the world, undoubtedly bearing immense pain.

Just like the questions he’d discussed with Lou Xi before, when faced with the inevitability of birth, aging, illness, and death, humankind cannot reverse the course of nature.

In the end, the one left alone in the world, should they embrace the memories to spend their remaining days, or let go of their obsession and face the days with a relaxed mindset?

Perhaps, from Qin Sheng and grandma here, Qin Mobai could find the answer.

Qin Mobai came out of the room, and everyone in the Qin Family craned their necks, watching the movement from this side.

He walked up to the group and said, "Grandpa is fine, no need to worry. Also, call everyone back, let’s have dinner together tonight."

The "everyone" Qin Mobai mentioned, everyone seemed to know it included the absent Xi Siwei.

"Then... those two in the villa..." someone asked.

If Qin Rui Li and Xi Changqing were absent from the dining table and grandpa asked...

"Just say they went on a business trip," Qin Mobai said calmly.

Everyone fell silent; now, Qin Mobai’s words were effectively grandpa’s words, and naturally, they listened to Qin Mobai.

"So... who will call cousin back?" Qin Moxi asked.

...

Daffodil Residence.

At Shen Ruozhuo’s place, Shen Ruozhu watched Xi Siwei, who had been sitting there for two hours, as she had been brewing tea for two hours as well. He said nothing, and she didn’t know what he was thinking.

She checked the time, deciding not to waste any more time with Xi Siwei.

"It’s getting late, I have matters to attend to, you..."

"Stay with me a bit longer," Xi Siwei pulled back Shen Ruozhuo, who had stood up, onto the sofa.

Shen Ruozhuo didn’t land steadily and seemed about to fall onto the sofa but ended up in Xi Siwei’s embrace.

She struggled a bit but couldn’t push him away.

"What’s the point? You keep coming here again and again," Xi Siwei’s hot-and-cold demeanor over these days left her unable to guess his intentions; she sitting to brew him a pot of tea and accompany him for two hours was her utmost courtesy.

Sometimes, understanding something takes just a second.

Shen Ruozhuo knew Xi Siwei’s heart could never belong to her, so no matter how much she liked him, she needed to pull herself out.

Yet, why did Xi Siwei keep provoking her?

Xi Siwei remained silent, simply hugging Shen Ruozhuo, burying his head in her neck and breathing softly.

Shen Ruozhuo had never seen this side of Xi Siwei, always feeling he was thoroughly bad and incapable of showing such fragile tenderness.

"Xi Siwei, let go of me."

"Do you truly not wish to see me?" Xi Siwei asked back.

Shen Ruozhuo was stunned, not wanting to see Xi Siwei?

No, it wasn’t about not wanting to see Xi Siwei, but not wanting to see Xi Siwei whose heart was somewhere else.