Mr. Leng Sr. looked at the two of them, smiled weakly, and spoke openly: "Don't be sad! Don't be upset! Everyone faces this day eventually. I've lived long enough, eighty years—I'm content! Mochen, don't worry, Grandpa has arranged everything!"
His life had been full of ups and downs, rises and falls. If you really looked back, he hadn't lost out. But to say he had no regrets—that was impossible.
Let's not talk about the distant past, just the recent—Mohao, that ungrateful grandson. Now, he didn't even bother bringing him up; his focus was entirely on Mochen. This child had grown up beside him, survived unimaginable hardships, and still wasn't in great health. His biggest regret was not living to see Mochen's child before he passed away.
This was the greatest regret of his life! But so be it—life rarely goes the way we wish, disappointments outnumber joys, and how often do we truly achieve what we want?
