He Chunwang looked at mu Yuan and seemed to be thinking about something. He was a little silent, and his gaze made one's scalp go numb. Mu Yuan sat quietly and did not move, thinking about many old things.
Outside the monitoring room, Jack looked at mu Yuan without blinking.
During this period, mu Yuan had lost a lot of weight. From the side, his facial features were more and more defined. The incandescent light in the monitoring room shone on he Chunwang's head, reflecting a dead white and blue-black color.
He was like an old man in his twilight years and a young man full of vitality.
However, he Chunwang was younger than mu Yuan by two years.
"Do you have any other wishes?" Mu Yuan asked.
"There is." He Chunwang was a little sad."People have wishes when they're alive. Otherwise, who would be willing to deal with a terminal illness like this?"
Mu Yuan asked,"what wish do you have?"
"What wish do I have? will you fulfill it?"
