"Alas, what a pity." Back in the car, Taozi was still lamenting Gao Jianjun's plight. She leaned against the car window, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the glass.
"Grandpa Gao has been through so much, coming all the way from Bali Town, traveling dozens of kilometers with the joy of reuniting with an old comrade, only to find himself paying respects at a grave. Just think about it, and it feels suffocating."
Shen Siyuan, sitting beside her, rubbed the fabric on his knee with his fingertips and softly said, "When people reach this age, birth, aging, sickness, and death are the norm. It's already rare that they still remember each other after decades."
Despite this, he couldn't help but envision the aging figure of Gao Jianjun waving goodbye, feeling that the late regret ultimately left a bitterness in his heart.
"Life is like this; nine out of ten things go awry. How can everything go smoothly?"
