At that moment, a hand gently pressed on Song Yun's shoulder.
Song Yun didn't turn around, but knew that the owner of the hand was Xia Tian.
Xia Tian squatted down with Song Yun and said softly, "The deceased is gone, Song Yun. We are all unwilling to let Mr. Song go. But he has ultimately left."
"Yes, I know."
Song Yun nodded and said, "I just want to accompany my grandfather. Xia Tian, let me accompany him quietly."
"Yes, I'll stay with you."
Xia Tian nodded, not saying another word.
Song Yun just squatted at the bedside of Mr. Song, looking at Mr. Song, without speaking or crying, just calmly watching.
"Oh, brother, you died so miserably!"
At this moment, a loathsome voice suddenly sounded.
