Murong Hao could not help but look at the shelf bed.
The old lady, who was sleeping under the bed canopy, still had her eyes closed. Her skin was pale and dry, and her body was so shriveled that she was almost skin and bones. Her eyebrows were protruding, and her eyes and cheeks were deeply sunken. Breathing between her mouth and nose was barely visible. She was lifeless, like a living dead.
"Bang!"
The sound of a clapper pierced through the night and came from afar, as if a hammer had hammered into the couple's hearts.
Murong Hao punched his fist lightly on his knee twice and looked at the old lady with flickering eyes.
The emotions in them were abnormally complicated. There was sadness, helplessness, sighs… There was also a hint of pity.
"Master, this is all for the Murong family." Madam Murong naturally saw that her husband was wavering and advised him softly.
Yes, for the Murong family.
