And watching that retreating figure, Gu Qingfeng's tears finally fell uncontrollably.
Fifty years had slipped by, and the once beautiful, cardamom-aged young girl had now become silver-haired.
If time could start over, he would use his life to protect her and their son for a lifetime of peace.
The master of Gu Garden.
The Old Patriarch Gu of Yubao Square.
Standing steadfast with a cane in the cold wind.
A somewhat desolate figure, seemingly filled with heavy guilt and unease.
Letting the cold wind blow through, letting the clear snow fall from the sky.
It seemed that at any moment, he could be buried by the wind and snow.
…
The next morning arrived.
Gu Cheng, who had fallen into a coma, woke up.
Upon waking, his first gaze was one of confusion.
He didn't know why he had passed out or perhaps fallen asleep...
But when he saw the empty hospital bed, he was struck as if by lightning.
He stared with wide eyes,
Disbelievingly looking at the empty hospital bed.
