He didn't finish his words. After a violent gasp, he stared straight at the ceiling and then there was no more sound.
"Grandfather!" Yun Jue cried out loud.
Doctors rushed in, examined him, and then declared the time of death.
Yun Jue collapsed to the ground.
Standing by the window, Gu Junzhu silently sighed, walked over, bent down to help him up, and patted his shoulder.
Yun Jue shook his head with a pale face, lips mumbling, unable to utter a single word.
He thought of the time his parents died.
By the time he was informed of his parents' death, they had already been taken care of for the funeral.
Only when it was time for cremation did his family tell him.
He almost cried to death.
He thought that separation by death was the cruelest thing in the world.
His mother loved him so much; she was the person who loved him most in this world.
Just a few days ago, he was still acting like a spoiled child with his mother.
