The saddest thing in life is when the old must bury the young.
Even though Old Master Xi did not bury Xi Xiaoran, his son being mentally ill for over twenty years was undoubtedly a colossal blow to him.
During those years, Old Master Xi had already prepared himself for Xi Xiaoran's lifelong madness. But unexpectedly, fate was kind to him, sending down a remarkably skilled granddaughter-in-law who cured his son with just a few needles.
Now, looking at the whole family neatly gathered, Old Master Xi's wise and discerning eyes gradually reddened.
He turned with his cup towards Ruan Qi.
"Xiao Qi, the reunification of our Xi Family today is all thanks to you. You've worked hard."
Ruan Qi hurriedly picked up her orange juice, "Grandpa Xi, please don't say that. I promised you before that I would take responsibility for Jiujiu. It's what I ought to do!"
The young girl spoke earnestly, and Old Master Xi couldn't help but smile through his reddened eyes.
