"Grandmother!"
Yan Rusheng dashed frantically into the icy-cold mortuary and witnessed the old lady lying there in a serene state. He stared blankly at her, utterly dumbfounded.
After some time, he regained his footsteps and moved forward, one step after another.
The bloodstains on the old lady's face had already been properly cleaned off, but as Xuxu was reluctant to let go of the old lady's hands, the hospital staff weren't able to put on burial clothes for her.
Staring at grandmother's headful of gray hair that was tainted with streaks of blood, Yan Rusheng fell to his knees.
His eyes were welling up with tears.
She had raised and groomed Yan Rusheng—a man who was widely acclaimed by all.
Yet, he hadn't been there at her final moments; he wasn't there when she left with so much pain and suffering.
'You rascal. Get married and grant me a great-grandson, then my life will be complete.'
