Liang Zhirui spoke while tightly clutching the blankets on the bed, feeling a bit dizzy.
He leaned back against the pillow, his eyes slightly closed.
Mrs. Ning moved her lips, twisting the handkerchief in her hands.
"It's my fault towards my disciple, my heart really feels uneasy! How will I face him in the future? I just hope our decision is the right one. Find a chance to ask Xian if she agrees."
Mrs. Ning looked at Liang Zhirui, noticing that in just these few days, the old man looked much older, even his white hair had doubled.
"I'll go ask Xian, but I think she will agree," Mrs. Ning gently said, calming herself.
Liang Zhirui was a bit puzzled, "How can you be so sure?"
Forcing a smile, Mrs. Ning said, "How can you men be as meticulous as women? Do you really think Xian is indifferent to Jinyu?"
