Mo Siyu, though parting from the fleet, wouldn't see his relationship with the Qin Family severed because of it.
"Brother." Overwhelmed with tears, Qin Anyu and her brother spent the entire evening talking in the living room.
At daybreak, when Qin Anhao was about to leave, he still hadn't seen Mr. Qin's figure.
"Knock knock." Qin Anhao tapped on Mr. Qin's door, saying, "Grandpa, I know this choice of mine might upset you, but Grandpa, I also want to achieve something, to make you proud, to be someone you can boast about."
"Grandpa, please take good care of yourself. I'll come visit whenever I can." Qin Anhao whispered his heart out before he reluctantly departed.
As he left, Mr. Qin's door remained closed.
Qin Anyu escorted Qin Anhao out, the siblings seemingly having an endless stream of words for each other.
Inside the house, Old Qin stood at the window, watching Qin Anhao leave. He understood his grandson's choice, but he just couldn't bear to see him go.
