Yuan Ruo's heart was shocked, and his eyes that were about to close opened again. He looked at that figure, and the memories from a thousand years ago rushed into his heart.

Qiao Qiran looked sad as she walked step by step through the backlight.

She looked at the dying old man on the bed and looked at Li Yingzhu with questioning eyes, "...is it him?"

Li Yingzhu nodded, "Shen Rongzhao and I will go out first, and you two will have a chat alone."

The door opened ...