"What?"
Lin Nansheng's body trembled upon hearing the news, nearly losing his balance completely. Fortunately, I stood by his side and quickly steadied him with my hand.
"Uncle Lin, you must take care of yourself! This isn't a recent event; it happened many years ago."
Clinging to my arm tightly, Lin Nansheng's voice shook as he said:
"You're saying Xianjing has passed away?"
"Yes, she left us long ago!"
In an instant, Lin Nansheng seemed to have taken a heavy blow, his vigor drained away, making him appear several years older in the blink of an eye.
He staggered backward, clutching his chest with a hand, his face contorted in extreme pain.
Just then, Wu Lijuan came to open the door, and upon seeing his condition, helped me support Lin Nansheng into the house.
"I have some acute rescue heart pills here..."
