Anruhai's bronze skin has now turned into a decadent gray, the whole face is covered with a strong stillness, but the eyes are still as sharp as before, but there is a little more understanding of everything.

He stared at Mu Xiaoqi's face, which was similar to Mu Wanyun, took a deep breath and said with great effort, "Yes, no, get up, I haven't, take care of, and be good to you. Whether you are my child or not, for the sake of Wanyun, I should take care of you, but I am... Alas. I think, even if I go and go there, I have no face, see you, Wanyun,...