Yian Jingxue was usually a cheerful person, full of laughter and merriment every day.
But this moment, when Ye Xingbei asked why she came back to the country at this time, Yian Jingxue, the usually upbeat woman, could not find the strength to laugh.
She took the smile off her face and sighed, "My grandfather is sick. That's why I came back."
Ye Xingbei frowned, "Your grandfather is okay, right?"
"He should be," Yian Jingxue chuckled. "But you know, Beibei, he's old, and I don't know how much longer he'll be able to stay in this world. I'm afraid... he's the only person who's kind to me in our family. I regret... I regret having gone abroad for my studies. I should've stayed at home with him..."
"It's not like you did it on purpose," Xingbei held her hand and gently patted her, "Even when you were abroad, they wouldn't leave you alone. If you stayed home, who knows if you would have made it to this day."
Yian Jingxue was born in a wealthy family in Beijing.
