The old gentleman knew better than anyone how much longer his body could hold on. He had previously told Jiang Ni that he could make it until the end of this winter…
The old gentleman looked out the window, where it was still overcast and cloudy. In the yard, withered branches and fallen leaves swayed in the wind, a scene of desolation.
He probably wouldn't make it past this winter.
Those words were merely to comfort Jiang Ni.
In recent days, his health had deteriorated further. If it weren't for his desire to celebrate her birthday, he might have left this world already.
"Jiang Ni probably hasn't had the chance to tell you. Maybe she doesn't know how to start. It's alright, it's the same if I tell you."
After all, he had played the role of the villain for so many years, what was one more time?
