Xia Yihan lay in his arms and breathed shallowly. Suddenly he whispered, "Zimo, sorry."

"Don't apologize to me, because whatever you say, I won't accept it." Yezimo holds people tight, and there are many unknown wounds in his eyes.

Early the next morning, Ye Shuimi went for a walk with Xia Yihan at 9 am on time. When she saw Grandpa, she hesitated and found a time.

"Grandpa, won't my brother come back?"

Yezi Ink said quietly, "Does ink want my brother back?"

"Well, of course I hope so." Ye Shui-mo thought that if her brother was there, maybe the family would not be so lifeless. She missed her brother...