Yao Wuya lay on the bed, his gaze blank and distant.
Facing the twilight years, everyone reflects on their life, pondering over any regrets, past glories, as well as their descendants.
To others, his life was nothing short of magnificent; he single-handedly established the Yao Family, lifting them from a family of farmers to where they are today.
It could be said that he had left ninety-nine percent of his peers far behind.
Yet, in his own eyes, he considered himself a failure as a father.
Sorry to Zou Tianyu, sorry to Yao Mengchen, and even more sorry to the mother of Yao Mengchen.
Given another chance, he would definitely agree to Zou Tianyu's marriage proposal from back then.
If he could continue living, he would certainly treat Yao Mengchen twice as well.
Creak...
At that moment, a soft sound of a door opening came from outside, followed by a gentle female voice entering Yao Wuya's ears.
"Grandpa, I'm here to see you."
