"This smile—do you know, it's the first time I, her Third Grandfather, have ever seen it? The first time I've seen Qing'er smile from the bottom of her heart."
"All these years, we were so self-righteous, making Qing'er live according to our wishes. All the efforts we so smugly made were nothing but torment in Qing'er's eyes."
"And as for being alive, how was that not a kind of torment for her as well?"
"We loved her, and that was not wrong. But the way we loved her was terribly, terribly wrong."
"This time, let her properly relax. I hope that when Qing'er leaves, she will leave with a smile on her face, rather than depart with regrets."
The old man drew a deep breath and spoke softly.
There were countless descendants in the Yue Family, so many that even he could not recognize them all. Yet among all those descendants, this was the only child he had truly come to love.
This child was like a gift Heaven had given him. Unfortunately, the Heavenly Dao would not allow this child to live.
Hearing the old man's words, the middle-aged man fell silent as well, standing where he was with reddened eyes.
"For Qing'er's sake, I know that you two, mother and son, have put in no small amount of effort. You endured the pressure of the entire clan day after day, even going so far as to refine Origin Transformation Pills for Qing'er."
"But now, everything is over. The child has grown up. It is time to let go."
"Go. Make the preparations. We cannot keep this child."
After the old man finished speaking, it was as though he had truly laid something down. His entire body felt light and relaxed.
A look of relief also appeared on his