Lu Jin closed his eyes. He could not hear Butler Qian's breathing at all.
The old butler who was like his grandfather and nanny died like that...
If there was another world where no such tragedy happened, perhaps Butler Qian would be a loving and gentle grandfather.
Alast, there's no such thing. This ending was foreseen.
Ming Zhi Yi put down Butler Qian's body. His hand was never gentle. But at this moment, he put him aside carefully.
When a dog died, its owner would naturally feel remorse. Perhaps, that the was the strange feeling he had for a moment. After all, the person died for him.
Linfeng did not initially plan to give the enemy time to grief.
