"In the past, there were a hundred and eight siblings, except for the Ninth Brother and the Ninety-Fifth Sister, now only I am left."
To be honest, Chen Xixing himself never thought he could live to this day.
Obviously, he was the oldest, with the worst aptitude, first condensing a Fake Pill, then turning it into a Golden Core.
Yet he just wouldn't die!
"Perhaps even heaven sees that my obsession is hard to dispel, unwilling to accept it!"
What supported Chen Xixing to live on was just that bit of obsession in his heart — waiting for his father to return.
...
Time flew by, and another half month passed.
One morning, a piece of bad news arrived — Ninety-Fifth Sister Chen Xiyuan exhausted her lifespan and passed away last night.
Hearing this, Chen Xixing froze, remained silent for a long while, with no excessive expressions on his aged face, only a flash of regret and numbness in the depths of his eyes.
