Xia Yinian lowered her head, not wanting them to see her cry.
What she said was almost what Feng Yan had imagined.
It was his fault; if he had brought Xia Chuxue back when Grandpa woke up, Grandpa wouldn't have had this burden on his heart for days.
"Don't blame yourself too much, and I never doubted your feelings for Grandpa. I should have handled this better." Feng Yan turned back and walked toward the bed.
Maybe he could stop loving Xia Chuxue, but he couldn't help liking her.
Feng Yan sat gently down by the bedside, taking the Old Master's hand.
"Grandpa won't wake up for now. You should go back, Yiheng, thank you."
Feng Yan didn't turn around, but the two people beside the computer desk showed no signs of blame.
"Ah Yen, thank you for trusting me." Xia Yinian bit her thin lips tightly.
"At least I trust Grandpa's judgment." Feng Yan replied.
Feng Yan stared unblinkingly at the elderly person on the bed. He didn't even realize when the two people left the room.
