"Your sister she..."
Mu Zheng painfully closed his eyes, a hint of bitterness at the corner of his lips: "In the end, she still left us..."
Mu Haotian lightly bit his lip, slightly lowering his head, exuding a wave of sadness. He forced himself to suppress the pain in his heart, managing a faint smile.
"Grandpa, you should rest for a while, I'll go entertain Sister Xiao."
Mu Zheng wanted to say something, but eventually closed his eyes.
Over the years, with the disappearance of her son and daughter-in-law, all burdens fell upon her shoulders, yet in the end, she died at the hands of those people.
...
Outside the courtyard, Mu Haotian gazed at the silhouette standing in the morning light, a hint of bewilderment swirling in his eyes.
The woman standing ahead seemed to sense the familiar aura behind her, her body slightly tensed, then relaxed slowly...
