That night, Mr. Gu and his party returned.
But it was not good.
Mr. Gu was already out of breath, only breathing out. The hospital said to arrange affairs at home.
Gu Ruhai didn't say a word.
Gu Ruhe's face was ashen, sitting motionless beside Mr. Gu, almost like a dead person.
The family was already starting to get busy.
Li Xuemei couldn't just sit still.
These were things scheduled already; even pretending that nothing was wrong, it couldn't get through the night.
Mrs. Gu had already cried herself half to death several times. Every time she woke up, she'd point fingers and curse at Gu Ruhe, and her already gaunt face became more wrinkled in an instant, with her hair turning completely white overnight.
When morning came, Mr. Gu opened his eyes to look at Gu Ruhe, then at Gu Ruhai, then tried to reach out his hand to grasp Gu Ruhai's hand, but collapsed in despondency.
Mr. Gu had passed away.
After a fit of weeping in the room.
