"Don't bother me." Gu Xiaoai bit her lip, her mind went blank, her legs felt inexplicably weak, she just knew she had to find that shirt.
Must find out...
Gu Xiaoai's fingers trembled slightly as she searched anxiously in the pile of clothes, throwing away the useless clothes one by one...
Where is it? Why can't it be found? Why can't it be found? Why can't it be found...
How could it be?
Gu Xiaoai's face turned pale with anxiety. Suddenly, Gu Xiaoai saw embroidered words on the cuffs of a shirt...
Gu Xiaoai was overjoyed, hugged her shirt and ran out, gently bumping into Li Juefeng who was blocking the door without noticing.
Li Juefeng stood there, looking at her figure running away anxiously...
"Old Li! Old Li! I brought it over! Look at this row of embroidery..."
Gu Xiaoai ran to Mr. Li's side and her voice suddenly stopped.
The shirt in his hand fell down and fell into the bright sunlight.
Mr. Li was lying on the Grand Master's rocking chair, his eyes had been closed, his face was pale, there was no sign of breathing, not even wheezing.
Very quiet.
He is very quiet, so quiet that it's a bit eerie...
…
Gu Xiaoai slowly stretched out her trembling hand and put her fingertips under his nose. She couldn't feel any breathing or any evidence that he was alive.
Tears fell instantly.
Gu Xiaoai looked at Mr. Li lying there, her voice was choked, and she said softly, "Old Li, I brought the shirt over. Look at the words Su Yan embroidered for you..."
Her voice is very light, so light that it disappears when the wind blows.
And Old Li, lying there, never opened his eyes again.
He could no longer see the row of English words Su Yan had embroidered for him - iloveyou.
Mr. Li... passed away.
Gu Xiaoai's tears fell uncontrollably, and her face was filled with tears.
Mr. Li was lying on the Grand Master's rocking chair, holding the photo in his hand, as if... he was still a living person, just asleep.
But she knew that he would never open his eyes again...
The sunlight outside the window slowly dimmed...it was no longer bright.
Suddenly, the photo in Old Li's hand fell.
The photo fell to her feet and landed on the shirt, just covering the embroidered cuffs.
…
Gu Xiaoai looked down, unable to explain why, her tears instantly became more intense.
The sound of steady footsteps came.
Li Juefeng stood at the door and looked deeply at her face where she was crying uncontrollably.
"Li Juefeng!"
Gu Xiaoai ran towards him, threw herself into his arms, hugged him tightly, and buried her face in Li Juefeng's warm chest.
Li Juefeng was hit hard by her, and his chest felt inexplicably depressed. He looked at the still Taishi recliner...
"You don't hate him?" Li Juefeng asked in a low voice, reaching out to hug her.
"I don't know, I just feel very uncomfortable."
Gu Xiaoai choked and said, burying her face in his chest, as if only being in this embrace could make her feel better...
She should obviously hate Mr. Li, but she also hoped more than once that he would pass away so that she, Li Juefeng, and Len could regain their freedom...
But when he died, she didn't feel any happy...
"Stop crying." Li Juefeng's voice was low and hoarse. He held her slender body with one hand and patted her back gently with his slender hands.
"Yes." Gu Xiaoai responded in a low voice, hugging him harder, breathing in the scent that was unique to Li Juefeng, and letting his cold body be warmed bit by bit...