Beijing, Han Family.
Old Sir Han, upon receiving the news of Old Sir Lu's death, sat dazed in his study for a long time, unable to come to terms with it. He never thought that within a day, the news of Old Sir Lu's death would arrive.
"Dad, do you think Old Sir Lu is really dead?" Han Yuntao asked in a low voice, sitting beside Old Sir Han.
"Is he dead? Do you think he is dead?"
Old Sir Han glanced at his son, counter-questioned, and slowly stood up from his chair, gazing out at the desolate autumn scenery, murmuring softly, "The wind is rising, who lives, who dies, only the heavens know."
