After so many battles, hidden injuries start piling up on the body.
When you're young, you can suppress them, but once you're old, your energy fades and all those injuries come out to torment you.
I'm afraid it won't be much longer before the final moment arrives.
Sure enough, that very same night, Lu Chang'sheng received two pieces of bad news in a row.
His father was critically ill.
And so was Hong Yuan.
He sprang into action that night, heading first to where his father was recuperating.
"Chang'sheng, Dad, he—"
When Lu Haozi saw Lu Chang'sheng, his face was full of grief.
His mother sat at the bedside, holding his father's hand, her tears falling silently.
Lu Chang'an and Lu Ziyou had also come back.
They all stood in the room, faces clouded with sadness.
"Old Lu, you don't have to worry. With Chang'sheng and all of us here, the Lu Family will only get better. It's okay for you to let go now."
Old Wang stood beside them, speaking in a heavy tone.
