Tang Die looked at her with reddened eyes and said helplessly, "Of course."
She was Mo Hexuan's beloved woman. How could she not have the right to see him off?
In the hospital room, Tang Yu was half-embraced by Mo Dong as they walked out. This delicate woman had a pale face and swollen, red eyes, as if she might faint from crying at any moment.
Mo Dong's hair on both sides had already turned gray.
This man, once powerful in Jiangcheng, was now merely a pitiable father about to witness the tragedy of a son dying before him.
Tang Die walked over to support her mother, and Mo Dong came to stand in front of Qin Youxue.
"Mr. Mo..."
Faced with Mo Dong's expression, Qin Youxue was momentarily speechless. He truly looked much older, as if he had aged ten years overnight.
The signs of old age were beginning to show on him.
Mo Hexuan was his most cherished child. To have to watch his child die before him, even someone as strong as Mo Dong could no longer hold on.
