Weisheng Yueren was finally happy, and it seemed that even Miss Qinghe had run out of excuses to stay in the old castle. However, when she had just packed her things and was about to say goodbye to the old master, was he, crying?
Miss Qinghe sat on the sofa and tried to comfort him with a smile through her tears, "Grandfather, it's not like I'll never come back after I leave. You know I haven't been to school for a long time, the school is too far from here, it's inconvenient to attend, so it's better if I stay in..."
"Oh my, this old man really has a hard life, not to mention how much bad karma I must've accumulated in a previous lifetime to have such a grandson who doesn't understand human nature. All day long, he's either fierce to me or just gives me cold looks. I finally looked forward to having a girl here, and now, she's leaving too, leaving me alone with that blockhead. How am I supposed to go on," the old man sobbed, crying to the heavens.
