Qin Huai understood what he was saying from his mouth movements.
'Cutting flesh to save the mother, so this is how my illness can be cured.'
'I truly am a solitary star that brings disaster, cursing my father, my mother, my kin, my child, and in my old age, I still harm my granddaughter.'
Qu the Hunter muttered silently, walked back to the house in a daze, and after a long while, he wiped away tears that had dried long ago and lay down as if nothing had happened.
While drinking the meat soup, Qu the Hunter swallowed with exceptional difficulty.
"Grandpa, did you catch a cold? Is your throat uncomfortable?" Qu Jing asked.
"No." Qu the Hunter forced a smile, his voice a bit hoarse, "By the way, Jingjing, has it been a while since grandpa last made rice cakes for you?"
"We ate them during the New Year."
