"Grandpa~! Grandpa~! You're here—" Gu Jiaojiao flew into the room, excitedly calling for her grandfather.
But when she saw Old Sir Gu and the others, she froze. 'Where is my grandpa?'
The living room was filled with four reclining chairs placed side-by-side. Not only were there two extra chairs, but they were occupied by four people who looked like they were on the verge of death.
A young man lay unconscious on the innermost chair.
Next to him was an old man of indeterminate age. His face was a waxy yellow, and each deep-set wrinkle seemed carved perfectly into his skin.
An old man wasn't a strange sight, but what was strange was that this one looked like he was barely hanging on by a thread.
There was also a man who wasn't old but appeared weathered and haggard. His complexion was a ghastly mix of ashen gray and dark, utterly devoid of color.
