Auntie Mao had been in bed the past few days. Although she survived the accident six years ago, her health has obviously gone downhill rapidly.
Auntie Mao beckoned at the two of them closer when they entered the room.
Ye Yuwei sat down at the side of the bed, while Gu Juexi sat down in the chair that he pulled beside the bed.
"I can feel my time running out, and I guess so is your grandmother's." Auntie Mao held Ye Yuwei's hand with a hand as rough as tree bark as she said something that was quite unpleasant to hear.
"Auntie Mao…"
"I don't have much to say, so let me finish…" Auntie Mao interrupted Ye Yuwei with a smile on her face. "I didn't want your mother to know about this. She has suffered so much in her life, and I didn't want what I have to say now to bother her any more. I was going to take this to my grave, but what master did was beyond tolerance and I feel I must tell you about it. You are all your mother has now, young master."
