As he spoke, he immediately took a small piece of ginseng slice, walked over, and fed it into Old Master Jiang's mouth.
"Can I go over?" Chiang Xiao glanced at Ying Qiong, but saw her still staring blankly at her own face, continuously shedding tears.
Li Hanzhong stepped forward, hugged his wife, and said to Chiang Xiao, "Of course you can."
Chiang Xiao glanced at Ying Qiong again, then looked down at the elderly man on the bed beside.
She didn't know why, but just looking at the old man, she suddenly felt a rare sense of familiarity. This feeling was so abrupt yet so clear that it was impossible to ignore.
Old Master Jiang was very thin, his face pale, eyes tightly closed, showing deeply sunken eye sockets, with some white in his eyebrows.
If he opened his eyes, he should be a somewhat stern-looking old man.
Looking at him, Chiang Xiao couldn't help but think about Ah Liu, who was still downstairs at this moment.
This was Ah Liu's grandfather, her great-grandfather.
