The children were said to be coming by jeep, and they would arrive tonight after seven.
Old Mr. Hu had never felt such inexplicable terror and panic in his lifetime.
At the same time, indescribable pain and despair enveloped him completely.
For a moment, he felt as if this incident had really occurred.
Back then, he had nothing to live for.
He had died by suicide.
He couldn't sleep.
Night after night, he was sleepless.
He swallowed a whole bottle of sleeping pills.
Really?
Was it like that?
Old Mr. Hu felt somewhat dazed.
Song Yunuan had no choice but to tug on his arm, "Grandpa Hu, can you hear me talking?"
Grandpa Hu coughed violently, perhaps feeling unwell?
Song Yunuan's voice wasn't as soft and gentle as usual.
It had an urgency to it.
Old Mr. Hu nodded with difficulty, "I can hear you talking."
Song Yunuan dared not delay.
