In Dang Gui's memory, her father had always been so tall.
As a child, she used to sit on his shoulder. But now the father in front of her was emaciated. After three years of illness, he was no longer the great general he had been.
His temples were white, and his face was pale. He lay still. His entire body exuded a heavy aura of death.
Dang Gui slowly knelt down and slowly touched Tang Pei's hand.
In the past, his palm was wide and warm, and there were thick calluses left behind by years of martial arts. Now his hands were very cold. There was no warmth at all.
Dang Gui opened her mouth to call out for her father, but something seemed to be stuck in her throat. She couldn't make a sound.
Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes and down her face.
Lu Yaoguang walked to her side.
He stared at her familiar face for a long time before he was sure that she was Tang Guixi.
