Old Madam Shen's room was reached, and before even pushing the door open, a strong scent of medicinal liquid wafted into the nostrils.
Gu Xiaoer took a nervous step back, not knowing why she felt anxious.
Shen Yiwen gestured for everyone to pause with his hands, and they all stopped. Mother Shen let go of Gu Xiaoer's hand and led the way with Father Shen as they pushed the door open.
As if seeking support, the girl kept clutching Han Luoli's large palm without letting go.
"What's wrong, you look so pale?" Han Luoli noticed the girl's unusual demeanor and asked her in a low voice.
Gu Xiaoer shook her head repeatedly, simply holding on to the man silently and looking up into the room of the elderly person.
Her large eyes immediately spotted the old person quietly lying on the big bed. From a distance, she could see her full head of silver hair, the wrinkled skin, and the various entwined instruments.
