When he got out of the car, Ren Bonian's cheeks were wet, and he sighed again, "I really am getting old."
A private nurse handed him a handkerchief, and he wiped his face with it. It had been several years since he last returned to the Ren Mansion; the green trees and white flowers in the sanatorium brought not only good air that was comforting for both body and soul but also shielded him from various kinds of displeasing news. For instance, the infighting between different factions, the conflicts between the political scene and the military region, these were all things Ren Bonian did not want to see.
"Grandpa, the journey must have been tiring," his eldest granddaughter-in-law approached proactively to assist him but was stopped by Ren Bonian. Ren Bonian was an Iron Bone soldier; although shrapnel from an ambush a few years earlier had fatally damaged his cardiopulmonary functions.
