Shi Yuhuan continued coldly, "What I'm talking about is back then. The person Four Fingers wanted to kill then was me. His gun was aimed at me first, grandfather. The person you wanted to kill that year wasn't my father, but me!"
The old man chuckled lightly, a bitter and mirthless laugh.
He sighed heavily. Not at Shi Yuhuan, but towards the person on the tombstone, "The wealth, status, and power I have gained in my life was what I yearned for when I was young. As I grew old, I realized that all of this was rather hollow. Being alive, having family, that's the most important thing. Yet, in terms of family, I'm an utter failure. My grandson accuses me of wanting to kill both my son and grandson. I'm an old man now, why would I make myself a lonely person with no family, no children, and no grandchildren? Would I live forever? No, one day, I will also pass away, becoming a lonely tombstone. All I hope for is that I can find a successor to take over my business before I pass away."
