The old woman squinted, sizing up Zhang Haoyuan. Her cloudy eyes were filled with a world-weary pain, her expression one of deep sorrow. "He was my son. What do you want with him?"
"I was Brother Nan's comrade-in-arms. He sacrificed himself to save me. Ma'am, Brother Nan had some last words he wanted me to give you. Would it be alright if we came inside to talk?" Zhang Haoyuan said.
The corner of Qin Mei's eye twitched. 'This secret code... impressive.'
"What did you say? Sac... sacrificed...?" The old woman looked as though she'd been dealt a crushing blow. Overcome with grief, her cane slipped from her hand, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she began to collapse backward.
"Ma'am!" Zhang Haoyuan reacted in a flash, catching her before she fell.
"Let's talk inside," the old woman murmured to Zhang Haoyuan, her eyes still closed.
Zhang Haoyuan shot Qin Mei a look. She immediately went inside and closed the door.
