The more he thought about those things, the more fragile his spirit became.
This world was not as wonderful as he had imagined.
There were many things that were terrifying, filthy, and disgusting.
And his memory was too good, his brain cells too active. Even when he tried hard to forget the unpleasant things, they would still leap into his mind from time to time, forcing him to recall them, making the impressions deeper and harder to forget.
The more he thought, the more anxious and scared Xiaocong became.
A servant suddenly walked by, startling him; he thought it was a bad person. His little body shot upright in an instant, staring at him defensively.
The servant asked in surprise, "Young master, what’s wrong?"
"Nothing..." Xiaocong shook his head and turned to run upstairs.
He pushed open Rong Guangguo’s room and saw him lying on the bed, eyes closed, as if asleep.
No other adults were at home except for his great-grandfather.
Feeling scared alone, he had no choice but to seek company with his great-grandfather.
He climbed onto the bed and sat cautiously beside Rong Guangguo, watching him. He held back and did not call out to him.
His great-grandfather was asleep; he couldn’t wake him up.
Xiaocong swung his thin legs, his big eyes alternately focusing on his great-grandfather and then out the window.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning cast a shadow of tree branches on the window, creating bizarre and monstrous shapes as if they were claws of ghosts.
He got scared and threw himself into Rong Guangguo’s arms.
"Great-grandpa, wake up, Xiaocong is scared," he said as he shook his body anxiously.
Rong Guangguo had no reaction; his eyes remained closed and he was motionless.
"Great-grandpa, wake up, please, wake up." No matter how much he called, there was no response.
Xiaocong had to use his hand to pull his eyelid, trying to forcibly open his eyes.
His little hand touched his face; it was cold. He felt an inexplicable fear and quickly withdrew his hand, biting his lip and staring intently at him.
What was wrong with his great-grandfather?
He extended his hand under his nose and felt for a while; he couldn’t feel his breath. His face turned pale, and he hurriedly pulled back the quilt, pressing his ear against his heart.
There was no throbbing sound at all!
He knew that if a person had no breath and no heartbeat, it meant they were dead.
His great-grandfather... was dead...
This was his first encounter with death. He didn’t know whether to feel sad or to be afraid.
Staring blankly at his great-grandfather, Xiaocong’s face became increasingly pale.
After a while, he jumped off the bed and stepped back slowly.
Suddenly unsteady, he fell to the ground.
The pain brought back his consciousness, and he could no longer hold back, bursting into tears as he got up and ran desperately out...
After Rong Shaoze finished his IV drip, he straightened his clothes and, holding Lin Xinlan’s hand, prepared to leave.
As they stepped out of the ward, they heard a woman’s heart-wrenching cries from the next room.
"Why won’t you let me die, why did you save me, why?!"
"Miss, could you please calm down?"
"Get away, go away! Who asked you to save me, why did you save me, who’s the busybody that saved me?!"
Hearing Du Ruoxin’s screams, Lin Xinlan couldn’t help frowning.
Rong Shaoze’s expression was indifferent. Without looking back, he said to Lin Xinlan, "Let’s go home."
"Okay," she nodded slightly.
Just a few steps away, Du Ruoxin, who burst out of the ward, saw him and a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.