An Zhonghui looked at Jian Qing and Jian Luo with a complicated expression in his eyes, then turned and left. Seeing this, Zhou Qi also followed out.
After seeing them off, Uncle Qiu closed the door.
"Master, please have something to eat first, or the food will get cold again."
Old Master An nodded, his gaunt hands bracing against the bed as he got up with some difficulty. Suddenly, two hands stretched out beside him, supporting him on both sides.
He was slightly startled and followed those fair hands upward to see Jian Qing's delicate profile, a warm current swept over his heart.
Jian Qing and Jian Luo supported him on either side towards the sofa, with Uncle Qiu watching by the side, a relieved smile on his face.
With age weighing on him and unsteady legs, Old Master An had only walked a few steps before he began to feel weak, and the two Jian siblings slowed their pace to support him.
