After Old Madam Xia left, Old Master Xia's complexion visibly worsened.
The old man's eyes were dark as if he had not slept for a few days.
"Father, mother has already left. You have to take care of yourself. Mother has been gone for the past few days. You must have not slept all night, right?" Lord Xia knelt beside the old master. Seeing the old master's haggard appearance, which had not slept for several days, his heart ached so much that he cried.
The old man's face was pale as if he had lost half his life.
"Let's go to your mother's grave and take a look."
The old man bent his back and sighed deeply.
Sir Xia's face was filled with tears. His parents had lived their entire lives. How could Father adapt?
At this moment, Master Xia was squatting in front of the grave and muttering, ""Old woman, forget it long ago. Why do you dream of me going down to enjoy life? Why are you like Old Man Jiang? Stop it. "
