Squeak——
Li Fei pushed the door open and entered.
The room's furnishings were simple. As soon as one entered, they would see a bed on which lay an elderly man, white-haired and in the twilight of his years.
Ye Ze'an was already emaciated, lying in bed with his eyes open, lost in thought.
Li Fei felt a pang of sorrow.
Though the former Grand Secretary was merely a mortal, Li Fei could always sense his formidable will and vigorous spirit whenever he stood before him, as though facing a giant that would never fall!
Now, however, he was merely an old man at the end of life.
Beauty and great generals alike rarely come to a good end in the mortal world, it seems.
Simply because beauties and great generals often have a hard time meeting a peaceful end...
Li Fei gently closed the door.
The bedridden Ye Ze'an finally noticed him, his gaze shifting:
"You have come."
Li Fei walked to the side of the bed, sat down, and with some difficulty said,
"It's not too late to turn back now."
