Old Master Jiang was a man who had lost a daughter and was haunted by the ghosts of his past decisions.
Xia Lihua couldn't find it in herself to fully forgive him, even after learning the depth of his remorse But maybe the resentment in her heart had dissipated a bit.
He was a product of his past—someone who had been hardened over the years by the demands of a powerful household, becoming strict and cold.
Though he cared deeply, his icy nature had kept his affection hidden from his family, including his late daughter and his granddaughter.
Her memories of him from childhood were scarce; they had never spent much time together, and that distance had left her unable to truly understand him.
But for the first time, Xia Lihua felt as if she was glimpsing something real, a crack in his hardened exterior.
"I'm fine now... I'm fine," Old Master Jiang muttered weakly.
Xia Lihua felt complicated. Witnessing his panic attack, her resolve to argue with him melted away.
