Elder Sun sat by the bedside, looking at Xiuxiu, and suddenly let out a bitter smile. "It's my foolish wishful thinking, but really, I'm not asking for much, am I? I just want...want to see you open your eyes again, want to drink another bowl of soup you brewed with your own hands. As I grow old, I become more nostalgic."
He stared longingly at the person on the bed, not knowing how long he sat there in a daze.
Some love remains unchanged through the passage of time. The youthful exuberance is still vivid in memory, and back then it was indeed delightful.
As he reminisced about the decades they spent together, his eyes gradually grew cloudy.
His aged hand slowly covered his eyes; this old man who had weathered half a lifetime's storms was now frail and vulnerable.
Clogged tears seeped through his fingers. He choked back a sob and let out a deep breath.
No matter what, life must still go on.
Let's just continue living like this.
