Yang Rusong watched Yang Ruxin's back and opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.
"Rusong." Yang Peili eagerly looked at his eldest grandson.
"Grandpa, let's go back." Yang Rusong went over to support the old man as they turned around.
"Rusong," Yang Peili patted the back of Yang Rusong's hand as they walked, "My life has truly been a failure..." He didn't love those he should have loved, didn't criticize those he should have criticized, and now the family is broken and people are gone. His eldest son is truly dead, his second son is a cripple, his fourth son is nowhere to be found... and the dutiful youngest son was pushed away by them... to the extent that the eldest granddaughter treats other elders better than her own grandfather.
Is he sad? Of course, he's sad. Is he jealous? Definitely jealous. Is he angry? Certainly angry. But no one cares anymore, and who can he blame for all this?
