Third floor bedroom.
Because no one was walking, the corridor lights were extrely dim.
Song Shimiao walked lightly, afraid of disturbing Tang Yuanqing.
After all, he was an elderly man in his eighties, often requiring careful attention.
Sotis even the slightest noise could disturb him.
She finally arrived at Tang Yuanqing’s door, adjusted her attire, and then knocked.
"Co in." The old man’s voice was like a bell, suggesting he was not resting.
Song Shimiao breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously pushed the door open.
Inside the room, the elderly man in his eighties was sitting in a wheelchair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a newspaper.
Seeing her, Tang Yuanqing’s face broke into a smile, "Xiao Miao, you’ve co to see ."
Hearing the long-missed voice from her mories, Song Shimiao’s eyes reddened slightly, and she quickly walked to his side, speaking warmly, "Yes, I’ve co to see you, Uncle Tang."
"It really has been a long ti." Due to his presbyopia, the old man squinted his eyes, "Let see, it seems you’re not as thin as before."
Song Shimiao’s mother was the housekeeper for the Tang Family back then, so she lived with her mother at the Tang Family’s house.
It was also Tang Yuanqing who discovered her drawing talent and supported her education.
So she felt quite guilty about it.
"Uncle Tang, haven’t I always been like this?" She couldn’t help her eyes from reddening.
Upon hearing this, Tang Yuanqing smiled slightly, put down the newspaper, and began a long conversation, holding her hand.
Older people always love talking about the past.
"Back in the day, you and Liang Qin were inseparable friends; outside, people even said you two were like sisters. I used to think, if only I had such an excellent daughter like you, hahaha..."
Listening to him talk about Tang Liangqin, although it was a happy mory, there was always so bitter feeling in her heart.
"What are you saying, Uncle Tang? Liang Qin is much more outstanding than I am."
Tang Yuanqing waved his hand, suddenly stopping his laughter, "What use is excellence..."
In the end, it all ca down to life and death for a man.
Seeing his mood seed a bit down, Song Shimiao squeezed his hand back, comforting him, "Uncle Tang, please don’t say that."
Feeling Song Shimiao’s concern and anxiety, Tang Yuanqing’s face once again showed a trace of a smile, "Then let’s not talk about those unhappy things anymore. How are you and Hai Shi doing now?"
"Alright, we’re just living life, day by day."
"That’s good. That’s what love is ant to be..."
Tang Yuanqing always carried a sense of guilt towards Song Shimiao in his heart.
Back then, how deeply in love she and Jiang Haishi were.
But unfortunately, the conditions offered by that old man of the Jiang Family were too tempting for him.
He promised prosperity for the Tang Family’s descendants for generations.
So he conspired with the old master of the Jiang Family, driving Song Shimiao away, and then forced Tang Liangqin to marry over there.
In the end, his daughter succumbed to depression, and Song Shimiao was left tornted and scarred.
If you talk about it, the main culprit was him.
That’s why at over eighty years of age, he never dared to entertain thoughts of death.
Because he wouldn’t know how to face his daughter, or his wife in the afterlife...
Back then, she had entrusted him to take good care of their daughter...
He regretted it, truly regretted it...
Perhaps the biggest mistake he made in his life was not allowing Tang Liangqin and Yu Qiufeng to be together.
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