As he spoke, Old Mr. Qin removed a pocket watch from his wrist and gently caressed it in his palm.
Even though it had been handled by the best watchmaker, the watch was still covered with verdigris, hinting at its former elegance and value, yet now it was merely an old item that should be sealed away.
Gazing at this seemingly familiar pocket watch, Yan Xiaye's long lashes trembled slightly, her heart filled with unspoken sadness.
Though she wasn't sure if the pocket watch was indeed her mother's relic, she had asked the doctor to transfer it to Old Mr. Qin, which seemed to bring some comfort.
"After I leave, this pocket watch will also be one of the inheritances you receive." With a kind smile on his aged face, Old Mr. Qin looked out at the bright daylight through his clouded eyes, and suddenly said: "Today is a rare beautiful day."
Perhaps due to his nearing end, even such praises for the sunlight sounded inevitably sorrowful.
