She looked at the back of the old man walking away holding hands with a look of longing.
He squeezed her hand and said, "We can too."
She turned her head and looked into his eyes with longing, "When our hair turns gray, we must walk hand in hand like this in the afterglow of the sunset."
That is Lin Xi's most beautiful interpretation of "holding your son's hand and growing old together".
She firmly believed that there must be a man in this world who was willing to hold her hand until his hair turned gray, watching his children get married and start a business, and then the two of them would hold hands and walk together in the sunset on the country road, welcoming death calmly.
And that person for her is Su Ziyan.