He struggled to take the oxygen mask off his face.
"Grandfather…"
Xi Xiaye sniffled and held his hand while Mu Yuchen held his body up slightly.
"Don't mind me... I... I just want to... See you both again." Xi Jiyang's voice was weak. It seemed tough for him to even speak as his throat was dry.
Mu Yuchen took the glass of water by the table and carefully helped him to wet his lips. Xi Jiyang relaxed a little after that.
"Don't just stand around. Take a seat..."
Xi Xiaye got a warm wet towel and wiped Xi Jiyang's hand while he whispered, "I'm afraid I can't make it this time. Your father has been taking care of me for a long while…"
"No, Grandfather, you will live over a hundred years old. You haven't seen our wedding yet. How can you not make it? Mu Yuchen said he's going to West Park for an official proposal soon, Grandfather. Get well soon."
