What's going on here?
It took Mr. Gu a long time to open his eyes, struggling to pull his hand away from Gu Ruhai's grasp.
With difficulty, he gutturally uttered a sentence from his throat: "You should go!"
Gu Ruhai held onto Mr. Gu tightly, crying bitterly.
Anyone would feel heartbroken—their own father, who not long ago was still doing well, able to walk and sit, had become like this in just two short years.
What child could feel good about that?
Li Xuemei said nothing, hastily tidying up the room.
The room clearly hadn't been cleaned for a long time, even the bed was cold.
When the cupboards were opened, there was nothing inside except Mr. Gu's clothes.
Li Xuemei wondered where Mrs. Gu had gone.
Who could have left Mr. Gu? Mrs. Gu surely couldn't have left him.
Isn't this supposed to be a marriage?
The old man was sick, and the old woman was nowhere to be found.
Who had been bringing him food?
