Afterwards, his greatest regret was not finding his son, causing him to drift outside, and at such a young age had an accident and died.
Right now, he couldn't think of anything else. He showed a faint smile and struggled to extend his hand towards the man and woman in front, wanting to leave with them.
"Wife, Xiao Hong..."
The Old King felt he had reached out, but actually his body remained motionless.
His eyes were open, and slowly, he lost his breath.
Before completely losing consciousness, the Old King's mind was already a blur, only vaguely feeling happy about leaving with his wife and son, but somewhat regretting not being able to tell his granddaughter Xiao Mian face to face that he was wrong before.
However, he couldn't think about it anymore.
What must come, what must go, was already predestined.
...
Chen Menglu pushed away her grandfather, then she laughed and cursed wildly for a while, as if she had gone mad.
