Everyone's face was tense; the First Master had always been in good health, so his sudden illness was particularly alarming.
"Sixth Sister is here." Tong Xiyan wiped her tears and came over to hold Xiqiu's hand. Xiqiu said, "Fourth Master is not at home, so I came first." Saying this, she walked with Tong Xiyan to the bedside, only then seeing the unconscious First Master. She didn't know when the First Master's temples had turned gray, as if he had aged several years in an instant, lying there weak and helpless, making one's heart ache.
"Father." Xiqiu choked up. Perhaps usually she didn't realize the importance of the First Master, but at this moment, even someone like Tong Xiyang would feel that the First Master, to the children of the Tong Family, was as significant as the sky itself.
Tong Xiyang turned her head away. Although she didn't cry, her complexion didn't look good.
