The next day, Xinyi softly knocked on a door.
"Come in," Han Huizhong's weak voice came from inside.
Xinyi stepped in and sat beside him on a chair. "I brought your breakfast."
"...Take it away."
"Grandpa, you cannot do this. If you won't eat, you won't be able to take your medicine. How will your condition improve then?"
He dryly chuckled. "I don't think anybody would want this old man to live anymore. I have sinned so much, after all."
She pursed her lips. "This is not the Grandpa that I know. You always taught us to take responsibility for our mistakes, no matter how grave they might be. And now you are talking about dying."
"Then what should I do, Xinyi?" He looked tired. Extremely tired. "I just feel like reuniting with my wife in heaven. Haha...I won't be in heaven, won't I? With all the sins I have committed, my place is surely booked in hell."
