Master Gu, with a respirator, relied solely on the breathing machine to sustain his breath, as if not for the machine still operating, and if not for the faint rises and falls of his chest, He Zhilan would almost think that the person lying on the hospital bed was a lifeless old man.
"Grandpa~" He Zhilan stood by the bed, reached out her hand, and gently held Master Gu's aged hand, her heart filled with sorrow, "You promised me that you would live a long and healthy life—how come, after not seeing you for just a short while, you are like this?"
Perhaps there really is a phenomenon of resonance in this world, as Master Gu, who had not reacted at all, slowly opened his eyes at the gentle call of "Grandpa" from He Zhilan.
