She regretted divorcing the female CEO.

But gradually Ye Qingyan understood that it was ultimately impossible.

Some people, no matter how alive they are or what they do, cannot enter the Ye family.

Having stayed home all day, Ye Qingyan never asked Si Yang to accompany her to stroll around the capital.

She knew that this man didn't like the city.

"You can decide for yourself what to do with that girl from the Liao family!" The next day, as Si Yang was leaving, Ye Laoda's voice rang out behind him.

Si Yang smiled but did not answer.

"What did my dad mean by that?" Ye Qingyan asked Si Yang after leaving the house.

"The vastness of the sea and sky is as boundless as frost."

"The old man brought up the old story before he left, which was to appease me, and of course, to give that person face." Si Yang smiled forlornly.

Today is that person's funeral.

Although it wasn't a grand affair, the honors bestowed upon him were still extremely high.

Condolences from the General Office, the State Council, and the Central Military Commission were read aloud by designated personnel.

Si Yang's expression was complicated as he watched the national flag being draped over the ground.

He once thought this was his final destination.

For his entire life, everything was managed by the state.

Unfortunately, life is unpredictable.

Si Yang and Ye Qingyan attended the funeral together, but they didn't exchange pleasantries with anyone.

However, when they went to the cemetery, Si Yang was holding the old man's portrait.

The old woman had no children, and her husband never returned; he died outside.

Si Yang is her junior, a junior she acknowledges, a distinction even her disciples cannot match.

Si Yang rarely cried in his life, but as the body was wheeled in, he couldn't help but tear up.

Ye Qingyan wiped away the tears from the corners of Si Yang's eyes with tears in her eyes.

Another elder who loved him has passed away.

It was terribly cold when they left, and Si Yang didn't go afterward.

No one will say anything.

Si Yang didn't even interact with anyone.

The north wind was howling.

It hurts when you shave your face.

Si Yang still came to that small courtyard.

Ye Qingyan stood outside the door and did not go in.

I watched as the man stood straight, then bent over.

Gently taking the old man's hand, the old man opened his cloudy eyes.

Looking at Si Yang, a smile appeared on his face.

Gently grasp Si Yang's hand, then suddenly exert force.

"I'm glad you came," the old man said slowly and laboriously, looking at Si Yang.

"I never hated you," Si Yang said softly.

"Hmm!" The old man nodded gently.

His emaciated body struggled to sit up. "Live well."

"Live a happier life."

"When I'm gone, many things will be buried with me."

"Each generation has its own mission and its own tasks."

"My generation has finished." The old man sat there, looking at the sky, "In the end, I couldn't make it through."

"Girl, take good care of her."

"Don't let her be bullied." The old man looked out the window at the sky, held Si Yang's hand, and smiled.

"Please wait a moment, I've sent someone to bring the maid." Ye Qingyan rushed in, tears streaming down her face, and said!

Ye Qingyan made preparations the moment Si Yang decided to set foot here.

"I can't wait any longer."

"I'm not watching anymore."

"That's his responsibility." The old man gripped Si Yang's hand tightly, then suddenly let go.

Outside, the sound of synchronized footsteps could be heard.

Lei Laohu was the first to come in.

He was wearing a military uniform, followed by a large group of people.

Everyone took off their hats and saluted.

This old man, who had spent half his life in the war effort, passed away suddenly at this moment.

Another supernova fell.

"He must have been grateful to you when he left," Lei Laohu said softly, looking at Si Yang.

"He didn't have much in his life, he didn't save anything, and he never asked for anything. All he has is this small courtyard. He said that it would be enough for him to take care of himself when he gets old."

"I've already made arrangements for what will happen after I die."

"Right here."

"No need to make any arrangements. Just burn it and bury it in that cemetery."

"From now on, it's up to you." Lei Laohu patted Si Yang on the shoulder.

"Didn't he tell you anything?" Si Yang asked Lei Laohu.

"No." Lei Laohu glanced at Si Yang with a complicated expression.

"Only you and he know what happened in the past."

"Si Yang, people must guard their true nature." Lei Laohu looked at Si Yang and said solemnly!

At this moment, he did not treat Si Yang as his grandson, but rather spoke to him on an equal footing.

The core of that mysterious force has always been Si Yang.

Although they were supposed to obey the Central Military Commission, only this old man and Si Yang knew the whereabouts of those people before he came to power, as they came from and were trained by that unit.

They all ended up in various confidential departments.

It can be said that at this moment, Si Yang's power reached its zenith.

"This might be his last act of kindness to you."

"Whether or not he was behind what happened back then, it should be put behind us."

"Sometimes, when you're in a position, you have no choice but to accept it."

"After all, just because he believes you doesn't mean everyone else does."

"He feels guilty towards you, but he feels absolutely no guilt towards this country." Lei Laohu looked at Si Yang with a serious expression.

"I've never felt that he owed me anything," Si Yang said with a smile.

"I'm not a child anymore."

"He's not stupid either," Si Yang smiled.

Back then, when he brought the old man buried in Suzhou to Beijing, it was either a threat or perhaps to leave Si Yang a way out.

I don't want Si Yang to cause too much trouble.

Some things, once done, are simply done.

"I'm leaving," Si Yang sighed.

He wouldn't attend funerals; he hated those kinds of occasions.

Moreover, one meeting is enough.

Si Yang brought Ye Qingyan back to the Ye family.

"Now that the grudges are settled, everything has vanished like smoke." Si Yang said softly, looking at the sky.

"This is good," Ye Qingyan said softly.

"Yeah! So, I'll avoid coming here if I can avoid it in this lifetime." Si Yang looked at the gray sky and smiled.

A heavy snowfall covered everything.

When Si Yang came downstairs, Liu Mingyi and Ye Qingyan were sitting together.

The girl rested her head on Ye Qingyan's lap, her little feet nestled in Liu Mingyi's arms.

"It's snowing, let's go build a snowman!" Si Yang said to the girl with a smile!

"No, it's cold." The girl shook her head decisively.

Si Yang burst into laughter.

He pinched the little girl's cheek.

"Do you know why we're here this time?" Si Yang asked the girl softly.

"I don't know." The girl shook her head.

Si Yang smiled, a gentle look appearing in his eyes. "The person who loved your daughter very much has passed away." Si Yang said softly.

The girl blinked, confused.

"Remember, when you grow up and come to this city, remember to offer him incense," Si Yang said softly.

"You said he loves me the most, so I'll definitely come." The girl nodded.

She probably didn't understand the meaning of the words "left".

However, she knew that she had to listen to her uncle.

Si Yang smiled. The girl's background destined her to be anything but an ordinary person.