Old Madam Xie was no longer sleepy. She simply picked up a string of bodhi, counted them one by one, and closed her eyes slightly.
She knew that she should know how to be grateful.
After all, when she rescued her husband from the pile of dead people, he was already on the verge of death. Coincidentally, a friend of hers recommended a mysterious white-haired Daoist who used some folk prescription at that time, she actually saved Xie An’s life.
Although her body was weak, Xie an still accompanied her family for a few years. But later, her body deteriorated, and in the end, she simply fell into a deep sleep.
Old Madam Xie wanted to look for that white-haired Daoist again, but she couldn’t find him anymore.
“These extra years, I’ll take it as a blessing from God. Ah An, after you leave, I’ll accompany you too.”