Jin Jumo clasped her left hand, lowered her eyelashes, and slowly moved her body to the side.
Rong Zhengfeng was momentarily stunned, and then he gratefully glanced at Jin Jumo and walked towards the bedridden Jin Jiancheng.
Though the two had only met a few days ago, Jin Jiancheng's condition had become drastically different. His complexion was ashen, and even in a deep sleep, he seemed to emanate a sense of desolate sorrow.
Rong Zhengfeng tightened his grip on Rong Mochen's hand for a long time before slowly turning to look at Jin Jumo, who had her head lowered in silence. His voice was filled with deep apology, "Jin, I'm sorry."
"..." Jin Jumo's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she softly said, "Thank you for visiting my grandfather."
Jin Jumo's tone was filled with distance and coldness.
