There was a loud bang in Shen Mu's mind!
She felt like her heart was being squeezed and twisted until it became distorted.
With red eyes, she shook her head desperately and said, "It doesn't hurt, Grandpa, I'm not in pain."
The old man held her hand and called her softly, "Xiao Mu, I..."
Shen Mu leaned down, her ear close to the old man's mouth, trembling as she replied, "Grandpa, what did you want to say..."
But there was no response for a long time.
The breaths that sounded like an old, broken bellows gradually lengthened, then lowered bit by bit, until they dissipated in the air as if blown away by the wind.
Shen Mu felt as if her ears were unnaturally quiet, as if everything had been cut off, waiting only for her grandpa's final words.
But there was nothing, absolutely nothing.
The old hand slowly slipped from Shen Mu's palm and fell to the floor with a "bang."
