"You missed your chance."
The old woman shot the old man a withering look.
"I can only tell myself that."
The old man lay back down on the recliner.
That was right.
He had already missed his chance.
So there was no point thinking about something that could no longer happen.
"Hey."
The old man suddenly sighed.
The old woman was taken aback.
"What is it?"
"I was joking."
"Do you really feel regret?"
"Then why did you—"
"That's right."
The old man interrupted her.
"I do feel a little regret."
The old man gazed up at the balcony ceiling.
"If this hadn't involved that accursed pipa..."
"I could've told the children about it as one of my amazing adventures."
What a shame.
The pipa was the most important part of the whole story.
If he wanted to tell his grandchildren about Grandpa's amazing adventure, he'd have to include Grandpa's "dark history" too.
And he wasn't about to do that.
The old woman: ...
So that was what he regretted.
She'd thought...
The old woman was a little exasperated.
"What does it matter?"
"You're just too proud to admit it."
When people looked back on the embarrassing, unlucky, or quarrelsome things they'd done as children, most found them amusing as adults.
That was childhood.
Who hadn't done something foolish or regrettable as a child?
It was no big deal.
The old man half-closed his eyes, pretending not to hear her.
In any case, he would never make peace with the pipa in this lifetime.
The old woman shook her head.
She said nothing more.
"Pipa ghost."
After the old couple left, Xiao Xiao looked at the pipa ghost, his eyes curving into a slight smile.
"You don't need to take that old