The heartbroken Lu Tingwan didn't care about Lu Yanxiu's haggard and sickly face, nor did he care about his scary eyes covered with red bloodshot.

He didn't pay attention to his abnormal body temperature.

She pulled her hand back from his hand, looked at him, and asked, "Where is Grandpa?"

"Grandpa..." Lu Yanxiu didn't dare to say it.

Lu Tingwan lifted the quilt and got off the bed, stumbled barefoot and ran out of the room.

"Lu Tingwan." Lu Yanxiu immediately followed him out.

The door of Sheng Qingyuan's room was wide open. Before he could get close, Lu Tingwan heard something coming from inside.

Her steps were a little confused. She tried hard to empty her brain and did not let herself go. She walked directly to the door in one breath.

She saw Chao Jiu standing inside, looking at the direction of the bed, and Atang was standing next to her, with serious expressions on their faces.

A heavy and sad atmosphere came to my face.

Chao Jiu and Atang, who were standing outside, were the first to discover Lu Tingwan at the door, with concern in his eyes.

Lu Tingwan held the wall with one hand, and without looking at Chao Jiu and Atang's unsettling expressions, she slowly walked in.

Lu Yanxiu followed her closely.

As she walked into the room, her vision became wider, and she saw Dr. John standing at the end of the bed.

I also saw people lying on the bed.

Because the man on the bed did not cover the quilt, Lu Tingwan saw that he was wearing shoes on his feet, and his shoes were very new.

It’s not that I went to bed but that I didn’t take it off, but that I wore a new one.

And those shoes are the styles that my grandfather usually wears.

Going further up, she saw her grandfather's hands crossing over her belly...

Jiang Yu stood at the head of the bed and looked at the bed.

Dr. John noticed her arrival, so he looked back at her, but Jiang Yu did not move.

Lu Ting walked in little by little and slowly saw Sheng Qingyuan lying peacefully on the bed.

Everyone in the room was watching Sheng Qingyuan.

There was also a strange man in the room who was busy working on Sheng Qingyuan.

Lu Tingwan found that Sheng Qingyuan's clothes had also been replaced with new ones, dressed very neatly, and his whole body was cleaned up.

Lu Tingwan seemed to know who he was, the embalmer.

Lu Tingwan's eyes were all the way up. When he saw Sheng Qingyuan's pale and blue face, Lu Tingwan's legs became weak and he fell to the ground with his butt.

"Lu Tingwan." Lu Yanxiu was so scared that he immediately squatted down and grabbed Lu Tingwan's arm, but he didn't dare to say a word of comfort, only full of worry and guilt.

The embalmer tidied up his final appearance and dress, and then covered Sheng Qingyuan with the quilt folded on the side.

He packed up his own things and told Jiang Yu that he would do it.

"You go down with me."

Then Atang took the embalmer down.

The room was quiet for a moment, and then Jiang Yu spoke.

"The funeral is scheduled to be on the fifteenth of this month. The day after tomorrow, it's cold, so let's get into the soil as soon as possible."

"Carry it off and take the old man back to Nancheng tomorrow. I will find a suitable cemetery before the fifteenth."

After Jiang Yu said these two words, the room fell into silence again.

Lu Tingwan sat on the ground, looking at Sheng Qingyuan who was quietly moving on the bed, without moving for a long time.

Lu Yanxiu looked at her worriedly. Suddenly, Lu Tingwan turned to look at him with red eyes.

"Why leave?" she asked him.

The moment I asked, tears fell out.

Looking at the sadness and disappointment in her eyes, Lu Yanxiu felt ache in his heart.

But he still only said: "…Yes, I'm sorry."
Chapter completed!