The Monarch Arrives In The East Sea

Fan Xian sat on the couch and gently held his grandmother's hands. He found that the wrinkles on her hand had become even deeper. He felt a fear of soon being separated from his flesh and blood. After taking her pulse, he found that his grandmother had just caught a cold. There wasn't anything wrong in particular with her body. However, she was getting old. The oil was running dry, and the light was about to fade. He didn't know how many more years she could hang on.

Thinking of this, his mood became depressed. In addition to the shock that the Emperor downstairs had brought, it made him sink into silence.

After the second floor was silent for a long time, the old woman sighed and said, "Just what are you worried about?"

"I don't know what path to tread?" Fan Xian looked at his grandmother's serious expression and smiled slightly as he spoke. He knew that there was a warm heart hidden under his grandmother's severe expression.