Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“I was asleep and woke up.” He took Su Qianci’s hand, patted it, sighed, and said, “Do you know why I woke up?” Su Qianci looked at him and slowly shook her head. His face was also more wrinkled than three years ago. “I just had a dream. I dreamed that Sicheng came back.” The old man smiled. His voice was old and dry, and his dry hand was lying on hers. He was a little sentimental as he stated, “he said, ‘Grandpa, I am sorry, to you and Qianci. I may not be able to come back to see you off. Just pretend that you had never had this grandson. I am sorry.” The voice of the old man became sobbing, and his eyes were filled with tears. “It has been four years. Two months later, it will be the birthday of Dasu and Ersu. If he is still alive, he must have returned already. But why is he still away from home?”
Su Qianci had a sore nose and tears in her eyes. “Grandpa, don’t think so much. He will come back. It’s just a matter of time. He is still alive, so you have to be healthy to see him. I have a hunch that he is coming back soon.”
Captain Li shook his head. “I know him. If he is still alive, he will not stay away from home. He has a wife and two children. You know how much he expects from these two children. If he is still alive, it is impossible that he does not come back to see the children. Although sometimes he doesn’t seem to care about it and looked cold, his heart is hotter than anyone else. He could never turn away from the people he cares about. He cares about this family, but four years have passed, has he returned?” Su Qianci had no words, and her throat was aching. “I don’t have much time left. Over the years, you have worked hard supporting his company and two children. I have seen everything, but… Grandpa feels sorry for you!”
“Grandpa, I feel as sweet as ever.”
The old man took her hand and looked at her meaningfully. He said, “You can take this, but do you know how much the two children yearn for a Dad?”
When the old man mentioned this, Su Qianci knew what he wanted to say, shook her head and said, “Grandpa, I don’t want to find another person. I have to wait for him to come back.”
“I know that you are loyal to him, but so many years have passed, and you are only twenty-five years old. Accept the facts, Qianqian, he is already dead. He will not come back.”
Su Qianci looked at the old man. His hair was almost all white. Both his face and spirit looked more aged this time in her previous lifetime. She knew what he was worried about, nothing more than the fear that she would be alone when he passed away. Li Sicheng was the grandson that he loved the most, the child that he had brought up. But now he was trying to persuade the wife of his most beloved grandson to remarry. Wasn’t this a torment for the old man?
However, Su Qianci was unwilling to accept his kindness. She held his hand and said seriously, “Grandpa, he will come back.”
“Qianqian,” the voice of the old man sounded like the broken bells in wind and rain, far away and swaying. “The dead could not know what sacrifice you’re making. Someone alive is waiting for you. Do you know that?”