"You're right. Everything is predestined. Then meeting me, the descendent of Minggu, is also their fate. Isn't she very skilled? I want to see if she can cure an incurable illness!"
Su Xiaolu wiped Little Niu's tears and a trace of ruthlessness flashed across her eyes.
"Junior Brother, don't cry. You will definitely live for the next twelve years. You will live to be a hundred years old. Uncle-Master Niu will be fine."
Su Xiaolu comforted Little Niu.
Tears welled up in Little Niu's eyes. He hugged Su Xiaolu and cried. "Senior Sister, it's too late. Master, Master has already given up…"
The Master who had raised him, the kind and warm Master, the Master who had always coaxed him and made him eat food, would never be here again.
What right did he have to meet such a good mother and Master? One fought for him for the first twelve years, and the other fought for him for the second twelve years.
