He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

A crisp slap echoed in the silent air.

There was a snap.

My cheek hurts.

The pain felt very real.

Fu Lu was shocked that she would hurt herself, so he quickly reached out and pulled Song Zhi into a tight embrace: "Zhi Zhi, don't do this!"

At this moment, Song Zhi felt weak all over and leaned softly against Fu Lu's broad and warm chest.

She lowered her head, murmuring softly, "It hurts, it's not a dream, it's not a dream..."

The next second, tears uncontrollably slid down from the corners of his eyes, soaking Fu Lu's clothes on his chest.

Fu Lu felt the trembling and sorrow of the girl in his arms. He held her tightly with all his might, "Zhizhi, you have to pull yourself together. Your grandfather would never want to see you like this."

Song Zhi nestled quietly in Fu Lu's arms. After a long while, she slowly raised her head, her eyes vacant and lifeless, still muttering to herself:

“I’ve always thought that when I have the chance, I’ll take my grandparents back to Beijing so they can see my father with their own eyes.”

But, but now it's all too late... I'm so damn stupid! Why didn't I come back sooner?

Why didn't we just bring them to live in Kyoto from the beginning? If I had kept them with me, would this accident have been avoided...?

It's all my fault, my fault..."

Fu Lu listened silently, feeling heartbroken. He gently stroked Song Zhi's hair and comforted her, "Zhi Zhi, this is not your fault. It was just an accident that no one could have predicted."

The elderly person is already frail, so such an accident is hard to avoid.

You can't put all the blame on yourself; it was just an accident, something no one could have predicted.

As he spoke, he unconsciously tightened his grip on Song Zhi, as if afraid that if he let go, she would break down.

Fu Lu felt the girl in his arms trembling violently and her breathing becoming more and more rapid. He panicked immediately. "Zhizhi, please, don't be like this. You have to pull yourself together. Grandma still needs you, doesn't she?"

Upon hearing Fu Lu's words, Song Zhi trembled slightly, then took a deep breath, as if to exhale all the pain and unease in her heart.

Then, she slowly withdrew from Fu Lu's warm embrace, raised her hand and hurriedly wiped away the clearly visible tear tracks on her cheeks.

Fu Lu is right.

She can't just collapse like this.

Her beloved old lady was anxiously waiting at home; how could she possibly collapse so easily?

If even she can't hold on, then how will the old lady face all of this?

With this in mind, Song Zhi forced herself to calm down and began to handle the old man's matters in an orderly manner.

Time passed by, and before we knew it, the sky outside the window was gradually turning a pale white, and the sky was slowly brightening.

At this moment, Song Zhi took out her cell phone from her pocket and dialed her neighbor's phone number.

Song Zhi didn't say much, but asked the neighbors for help to take the old lady to the hospital to see the old man one last time.

Song Zhi stood at the hospital entrance and waited. More than ten minutes later, the old lady got out of the taxi and walked towards the hospital with a hunched back.

Seeing this, Song Zhi quickly stepped forward, reached out and tightly grasped the old lady's wrists, her eyes brimming with tears but she held them back, softly calling out, "Grandma..."

The old lady looked at Song Zhi with concern and asked anxiously, "Xiao Zhi, how did your grandfather's surgery go? Is he alright now?"

Song Zhi quickly helped the old woman up and said in a calm tone, "Grandma, don't worry, come with me first."

As she spoke, she carefully led the old lady into the hospital.

Song Zhi carefully helped the elderly woman, whose body was trembling slightly. She stopped in front of a gate, lowered her head slightly, and said softly in a low and slightly sad voice, "Grandma, Grandpa is in here."

The old woman's cloudy eyes held a hint of doubt: "Your grandfather is in here. This isn't a ward, is he still in surgery?"

The old lady clearly didn't see the words "morgue" written above the iron gate.

Song Zhi held the old lady's hand and said softly, "Grandma, Grandpa is gone."

After saying this, Song Zhi looked up at her grandmother beside her. The old lady stood there as if petrified, her eyes empty and lifeless, as if she had lost her soul, and did not react for a long time.

Seeing this, Song Zhi felt a pang of sorrow in her heart and quickly reached out her arms to gently embrace her grandmother's body, which had become hunched over with the ravages of time.

Her throat tightened, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she still forced back her grief and tried to keep her voice from trembling: "Grandma, even though Grandpa is gone, you still have me. I will always be by your side to accompany you from now on."

After a long while, the old lady slowly spoke, "Your grandfather told me before that he would go to Kyoto this year for the New Year to see your father. He even said with a smile that he would go to the market to buy peanuts and make your favorite peanut candy to take with him."

He was just thinking that he was going to the market to buy things today, so he went and took a shower without thinking.

I told him not to worry, that I would help him, but he refused, saying he could manage on his own. "How could he have fallen down in the time it takes to take a shower?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi could no longer hold back her tears, which flowed like a burst dam. She bit her lip tightly, choking so hard that she couldn't utter a single word.

At this moment, the old lady continued, "Last night, I lay in bed and couldn't fall asleep no matter what I did. When I finally did fall asleep, I dreamed of your grandfather. He said he was leaving."

I asked him if he was going to the capital to see his son and granddaughter, but he smiled and shook his head, refusing to tell me. I asked him to wait for me, but he wouldn't, saying he had to go ahead on his own...

The old woman spoke slowly, her voice trembling slightly.

She slowly raised her eyes, her cloudy gaze passing over Song Zhi's shoulder and looking straight at the incredibly thick wall.

"That's all, that's all..."

The old lady muttered to herself, then slowly released her hand that had been supporting Song Zhi's arm, gently pushed Song Zhi, and walked inside step by step.

Seeing this, Song Zhi instinctively wanted to follow, but just as she took a step, a large hand reached out from behind and grabbed her tightly.

She turned her head and saw Fu Lu looking at her with a serious expression.

"Brother Ninth..."

Song Zhi called out softly, her eyes filled with anxiety and unease.

Fu Lu glanced at the old lady's retreating figure as she entered the room, then lowered his voice and said to Song Zhi, "Let the old lady say goodbye to her husband alone."

Song Zhi frowned, her face full of worry: "But I'm worried that Grandma won't be able to accept this blow."

She's so old and in poor health, I'm really afraid something might happen..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Lu walked up to Song Zhi and put his arms around her shoulders.

"Don't worry too much. We'll just stand quietly at the door and keep watch. If anything happens, we can rush in immediately."