Old Master Qiao chuckled, "Of course, the person most supportive of you two being together in this world is your grandfather."
A trace of melancholy flickered in the depths of Wen Meimei's dark eyes, afraid that she might disappoint her grandfather...
"Girl, don't be so pessimistic about the world. Chengxun is leaving tomorrow. Spend more time with him. Whatever misunderstandings there are between the two of you, just talk it out," he said encouragingly, standing up and patting the back of the girl's head.
Wen Meimei nodded obediently, "Thank you, Grandpa. I know what to do."
Old Master Qiao smiled contentedly and turned to leave.
Wen Meimei sat in the lounge for a while before she got up and left.
As she looked around the corridor, she saw a solitary and proud figure standing at the end on the balcony, resembling a king forgotten by the world. Despite the distance, Wen Meimei could still feel an invisible sense of loss emanating from him.
