No confrontations, no arguments, no memories.

On the border between life and death, the father and son look at each other for the last time, and a goodbye is the final farewell.

Faint as an autumn breeze.

Li Tianlan no longer went to look at Berserker Li, holding Li Honghe and walking to the side.

The hazy rain seemed to cut through every inch of Lone Mountain.

Berserker Li sat in his wheelchair and looked at Li Honghe's back, not moving a muscle.

The ...