Gu Qingfeng shook his head, his voice hoarse and weak. "I can't go rest. I'm afraid that once I lie down, I'll never wake up again…"
Uncle Gu felt unbearably sad when he heard this. Choking up, he said, "Old Patriarch, please don't say that. You'll live to a hundred. You still have to find Young Master. Think about it, Young Master is already over sixty now, he must also have a house full of children and grandchildren. By then you'll be Great Grandfather, that's a big family all together, so you mustn't have those kinds of thoughts…"
At that moment, Gu Qiaoqiao clenched her teeth tightly, a cold, razor‑sharp light bursting in her eyes.
A big family?
They're dead. All dead. Only she is left here, dragging out a miserable existence!
Uncle Gu meant well, but it sounded like he was telling a colossal joke.
