This was the second time Chu Qianli had seen Long Ye since Chu Huaiyu had falsely claimed her own identity.
The last time she saw him, his complexion was still pretty good.
This time, however, his face had turned a waxy yellow, and it was clear that he didn't have much time left.
"How could this be?" Chu Qianli immediately rushed over and felt Long Ye's pulse.
The pulse was weak and his breathing shallow, truly the signs of someone on their deathbed.
"Grandfather, why..."
"Father has always had a chronic illness, but he never mentioned it because he didn't want you to worry,"
said Long Feifan in a somewhat hoarse voice.
Although he had known about Long Ye's condition for a long time, seeing him like this still brought an indescribable bitterness to his heart.
"Grandfather..." Chu Qianli bit her lip, feeling utterly powerless at this moment.
His organs were failing, a condition that had accumulated over many years, and even in the twenty-first century, there was no cure.