"Grandpa…" In a simple bedroom, Long Feiyan sat on a bedside and held a hand of a skinny old man.
His current appearance could be described as "a bag of bones." Obviously, his vitality and profound energy were about to dry up at any moment.
The old man, Long Jinwei, raised his other hand to pat Long Feiyan's hand and said with a gentle smile. "Silly girl. Why are you crying? Everything has its ending, and grandpa is no exception."
Long Feiyan shook her head while biting her lower lip hard, forcing back the urge to cry.
"When grandpa is gone, everything in this world will be nothing to me. On the contrary, you and everyone in this clan have to face an unavoidable calamity. So, you don't have to feel sorry for grandpa. It's me who should feel sorry for all of you." Long Jinwei sighed softly.
His eyes were full of reluctance and worry as he knew what would happen to the Long Clan once he passed.
