The two children were carried in front of Pei Chengde, whose focus finally sharpened as he tried to widen his eyes to get a good look at his two grandsons.
Pei Chengde only gave Pei Yibai a cursory glance before averting his gaze, not even clearly seeing him.
Despite his regret, his personality meant he wouldn't lower his head to Pei Yibai, even though his death was imminent.
But for those two grandsons, Pei Chengde felt a sincere reluctance to let go.
"This one is Jinyan, the older brother; this one is Jinxing, the younger. They're twins. Can you see? They look exactly the same and resemble Yibai when he was young."
Mrs. Pei spoke from the side while Pei Chengde listened in a daze, his consciousness no longer clear.
However, at least the thought of having grandsons had sustained him.
He had been stirred awake by the sound of the babies' loud crying.
Now, he suddenly yearned to see what his grandsons looked like.
