long, and the whip itself was thick, cold, and hard, made of some unknown material that gleamed with a chilling light."Get your hands dirty."As soon as the butler gave the order, the servants held on...In the car, Fu Yan took off Fu Hanlin's coat and returned it to him. She had been in a hurry when they got in the car, so she hadn't wasted time on such trivial matters.

She anxiously asked, "What did the doctor say"

"The condition is worsening, it could be less than three months."

Fu Yan's heart grew cold, and her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

How could this be

Grandpa Fu has liver cancer, which is in the middle to late stages.

He was getting on in years, so the Fu family decided to adopt a conservative treatment approach and also kept his illness a secret from him.

At the beginning of the year, she was released from the police station. She didn't go to live in the old Fu family house as Fu Hanlin had suggested, but went to visit Grandpa Fu at his home so that the elderly man wouldn't worry about her anymore.

When the results arrived at Fu's house, Fu Hanlin told her about Grandpa Fu's condition and hoped she would keep it a secret. He also hoped she could stay to accompany the elderly.

Grandpa Fu allowed her to relive the long-lost bond between grandparents and grandchildren. Fu Yan, moved by this, decided to stay at the Fu family's old house and keep Grandpa Fu company.

During those days she stayed at the Fu family, Grandfather Fu was no different from before. He cooked for her, chatted with her, and took care of the garden. He didn't seem like an old man who had cancer at all.

Although she had only moved out a week ago, she was fine the other day.

Fu Hanlin had clearly told her there was still a year left.

As a result, he fainted after dinner and was sent to the hospital....less than three months.

She remembered the old man pulling her hand and grumbling that if Fu Hanlin hadn't liked her, he would have taken her as his granddaughter long ago.

She felt just as much a kindred spirit with Master Fu at first sight.

So a good grandfather, she thought Alzheimer's was already an injustice from God, but fate played such a cruel joke.

Fu Yan's heart ached, she knew Fu Hanlin was even more heartbroken. It was his dearest grandfather after all.

She looked at Fu Hanlin. Fu Hanlin's gaze fell on the car window. Under the clusters of streetlights flashing past, his eyes remained calm, only the hand resting on his leg was clenched white with knuckles.

The car stopped at Qin Heng's hospital.

Fu Yan and Fu Hanlin went to the ward together. Fu Hanlin's father came out of the ward.

He first glanced at Fu Yan, nodding slightly, "He's very happy that you came to see his father."

Mr. Fu, did Grandfather know

"I can't keep it from him, but don't worry, my father is always optimistic."

"Go and have a look at him, I'll go make a phone call."

Fu Hanlin hesitated for a moment with his hand on the doorknob, Fu Yanli was closest to him. He heard him take a deep breath, then twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open.

"Oh my, how did you get here"

Master Fu sat cross-legged on his sickbed, with a drip in his left hand and a blackwood comb in his right. As Fu Yan and the others entered, they saw him kissing that comb.

That was Fu Hanlin's grandmother's relic, and Old Master Fu always carried it with him.

That is a person who loves throughout life and never forgets.

Fu Yan couldn't help but her eyes turned red. She quietly took a breath, her chest feeling tight and painful.

She smiled and said, “Grandpa, the doctor said you were sick, but I don't think you look sick at all. Look at your spirit, it’s so good!”

She said, walking over and sitting down on a stool beside the bed.

"Isn't that right These doctors these days just like to exaggerate and scare you, haven't they"

Fu Yan shook her head, afraid that she would cry if she opened her mouth.

Old Master Fu gently tucked the ebony comb into the pocket of his hospital gown and patted it softly.

He pulled over Fu Yan's hand, "Ouch, it's so cold"

"It's cold outside." Fu Yan's voice was low and muffled.

"Jianhui, this is your fault. You didn't take good care of Xiaofen."

My nose felt a little sour.

He forgot about her and Fu Hanlin again.scover the weapon hidden in his sleeve. By the time he realized, he was already slit across the throat. His lack of experience showed in his clumsy technique; he failed to sever the carotid artery, le...