"Please take it slow." Qin Jing did not insist on helping the grandfather; the grandmother was also kneeling beside him. It was the same whether he supported one or the other. He thought for a moment and walked to the middle, holding one person with each hand, slowly moving forward.
"Why have you changed so much?" The old man looked at his grandson and couldn't help but ask. After all, a person doesn't change so much in a short time without a reason.
"Big sister is right. We are a family, bound by blood. If I don't treat you well, then who will? For the sake of our family, I will treat you kindly. Don't worry, I won't be as ignorant as I was before." Qin Jing reassured the two elderly, reflecting on how many warm moments he may have missed due to his past ignorance. Understanding these things now is truly not easy.
"To exchange Qin Xue's passing for your understanding is a truly steep price." The old man spoke mournfully.
