"I can handle it alone. Don't worry." Ji Shiting saw the teapot on the desk and poured his Grandpa a cup of tea.
"If only your father were still alive." Grandpa Ji suddenly sighed. "If he were still you, your burden wouldn't be so heavy. Perhaps your father could have given you a few siblings."
Ji Shiting's eyes dimmed at the mention of his father.
"In the blink of an eye, your father has been gone for twenty years," said Grandpa Ji. He suddenly smiled and shook his head. "Your father was far from your current accomplishments at his age. You're very responsible and self-disciplined, but your father is the complete opposite. He hates being restrained and is romantic. Although he's smart, he wasn't interested in the company at all. However, he was my only son and I couldn't let him do what he likes. I sometimes wonder if I forced him to die."
Ji Shiting looked at him and said, "What's wrong, Grandpa?"
