Yun Qiao and He Yan stayed in the small garden for about half an hour. He Tingjun finally finished talking with Uncle He and came over with He Yi in his arms.

Yun Qiao didn't know the specific content of the conversation between the two, but looking at He Tingjun's red eyes, he knew that the content of the conversation was not pleasant.

Since He Tingjun didn't mention it, she didn't ask any more questions. She just held his hand silently, passing the warmth of her palm to him, which was also a kind of silent comfort.

At night, He Tingyu arrived in Shanghai by train. Just after noon the next day, He Ruilin and Shi Shan also arrived in Shanghai by plane.

It was also in the afternoon of that day that He Tingjun and Yun Qiao, along with their two children, followed the elders of the He family to let He Yan and He Yi, a brother and sister, pay their respects to their great-grandfather for the first and last time.

He Ying and Zou Yuan also rushed over from Changxing Island with Zou Chen. In addition, there were also children and grandchildren from Uncle He's family and Aunt He's family.

For fear of disturbing the old man's peace, no one rushed into the ward at once, but went in one after another according to their age.

After the greeting, I spoke a few words with tears in my eyes and told the old man the names and ages of my children.

"Grandpa, this is Yanyan, you met her two years ago. This is He Yi, my uncle. He's one and a half years old this year. You haven't seen him in person yet, so I brought him here today for you to see."

"Grandpa, I now have a son and a daughter, and my wife is a loving and caring person. You can rest assured and don't have to worry about me anymore."

It was just a few simple words, but after He Tingjun finished speaking, his eyes were filled with tears.

He lowered his head to wipe away his tears, then carried He Yi out of the ward. Yun Qiao followed closely behind, holding He Yan's hand.

Outside the door, Shi Shan, whose eyes were also red, took Yun Qiao's hand and said softly, "From now on, you have nothing to do here. Take the children back to the guesthouse. Don't make any noise."

Yun Qiao nodded with tears in her eyes: "Okay."

"Let's go back." Shi Shan sent them to the stairs and then turned back.

He Tingjun had a deep bond with the old man, and knowing what was about to happen, he was completely distracted on the way back. Yun Qiao saw that he was in a state of distress, knowing that he was worried about the hospital, so she persuaded him to go back and take the children back to the guesthouse.

He Tingjun was worried, so he sent Yun Qiao and the other two back to their room in the guesthouse before returning to the hospital.

He didn't come back until late at night.

Both children were asleep, but Yun Qiao was not sleepy, so he sat on the edge of the bed and fanned the two children with a palm-leaf fan, patiently waiting for him to come back.

The wall clock pointed to eleven o'clock, and Yun Qiao finally heard the sound of footsteps coming from the corridor outside.

The footsteps were not loud, but they were particularly obvious in the silence of the night.

Yun Qiao guessed that it was He Tingjun who had returned. She was about to get up to turn on the light, but when she reached the entrance, the door of the room was opened from the outside by He Tingjun with a key.

He entered the room, closed the door, leaned over, hugged Yun Qiao Jinjin, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said, "Don't turn on the light."

His voice was low and hoarse, with traces of crying.

He Tingjun had always been strong and steady. Yun Qiao had never seen him so fragile. For a moment, his body seemed to be under a tight spell, and he froze in place. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He raised his hand and gently patted his back, trying to give him some comfort.

In the darkness, the tall man shed silent tears.

"Yun Qiao, my grandfather is dead."