Zhou Xuan lowered his head, his voice considerably weaker.
"Okay."
Shen Chongzhen thought for a moment and responded, "Let my father and mother go as well when the time comes."
Zhou Xuan's expression changed slightly, and she immediately shook her head, saying, "Best not to for now. Wait until Master sees you first."
Shen Chongzhen seemed to understand her meaning and did not insist.
...
Early autumn in September.
In previous years, whether it was late autumn or winter, the plants around Yunshui City never had yellow leaves.
But this time, as soon as autumn set in, there was a bleak autumn scene in various parts of the city.
The ancient trees lining the roads lost their green hue, and when a gentle breeze blew, a large number of leaves drifted down, seemingly foreshadowing the imminent decline of this world.
At the gate of the old Shen Family residence.
