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"Yes, yes, yes! Looking for you!" Old Mr. Lan panted, saying, "I’ve been unable to get over Old Mr. Gu’s death these past few days and completely forgot about you. Once I got to the hospital and heard you were being discharged, I was lucky to have caught up."

"Old Mr. Lan, you shouldn’t be too heartbroken. Although Old Mr. Gu has passed away, he did so peacefully and not alone. Isn’t it so? My child is accompanying him on his journey," replied He Zhilan softly, not knowing whether such words were of comfort or a piercing pain to Old Mr. Lan.

"I’ve heard about what happened to you. The person who pushed you, that was my daughter.

I don’t know how to apologize to you. My girl has been close to Old Mr. Gu since she was a child.

To her, not only am I her father, but Old Mr. Gu was also like a father to her.

Old Mr. Gu’s sudden departure made her lose control in the moment, injuring you and causing the loss of your child.

I, as a father, don’t even know how to say sorry to you. "

As he spoke, Old Mr. Lan sighed, "I know that what’s done is done, and no amount of apologies will make a difference, so I didn’t come specifically to say sorry to you."

"Is there something else Old Mr. Lan wants to see me for?" inquired He Zhilan, puzzled.

Old Mr. Lan shook his head and said, "Nothing much, I just knew that you were being discharged today and I felt that no matter what, I had to come to see you and talk to you. As for why, I don’t quite understand myself.

Just assume it’s the whimsy of an old man.

At my age, I’ve been acting on a whim for a while now, so one more thing won’t make much difference. "

Old Mr. Lan said he came just to see He Zhilan and exchange a few words, and that’s exactly what he did.

He only asked about He Zhilan’s health, reminisced about the time when she and He Teng got married, and then didn’t linger on any subject for too long, urging He Zhilan to get back into the car so she wouldn’t catch a cold.

When Lin Chan’s car started and pulled away, Old Mr. Lan was still standing in the same spot, looking at He Zhilan with a childlike wave and saying a trendy goodbye.

For some reason, this scene filled He Zhilan with a deep sense of sorrow.

"Both Old Mr. Lan and Old Mr. Gu didn’t involve themselves much in political affairs in their old age.

Old Mr. Gu still often lived in the capital, while Old Mr. Lan, since his wife’s death, mostly lived alone in the countryside and seldom came back to the capital.

However, Old Mr. Gu would return to the countryside every year to accompany him for a while.

People in the capital know Old Mr. Lan has a reputation for being capricious—just like the time right after you and He Teng got married, Old Mr. Lan wanted to attend and didn’t consider anything before joining the feast,"

Lin Chan took a turn and drove out of the hospital grounds, and the figure of Old Mr. Lan finally disappeared from everyone’s sight.

"What did Old Mr. Lan say to you just now?" asked He Teng softly, his gaze having never left her face since her return, the sadness in her eyes not escaping him.

"He just said, knowing I was being discharged today, he felt he had to come and talk to me, saying, in his heart he always felt, if he didn’t come today, he might never have another chance to have a proper talk with me in this lifetime," answered He Zhilan.

"That shouldn’t be right," Lin Chan chimed in from the front, "Old Mr. Lan’s health has always been robust! Although he needs to rely on a walking stick, his spirits have always been high. Living another three to five years shouldn’t be a problem, right?"