Perhaps because it was nightfall and the bright moonlight washed away the noise in the day, the courtyard was so quiet that it was almost soundless.
When Ou Yangming arrived outside the door with Ni Yinghong, he suddenly felt his knees go weak, and could not take another step forward.
His ears twitched slightly when he heard the soft and faint breathings coming from the room.
By looking through the window gap, Ou Yangming noticed a familiar yet strange face.
Old Craftsman had indeed aged. As he lay on his bed, though they had not met for over ten days, Ou Yangming could tell that his face had become shockingly thin. The old man's eyes were shut, and the wings of his nose undulated. He looked like an old machine that had been operating for years and was lingering at death's door.
Ou Yangming slowly bent over while pressing where his heart was.
It hurt terribly and was an intense feeling of grief that would explode at any time.
