However, after arriving at the hospital and reaching Lu Haichuan’s room, Zhou Mingzhu saw only an empty bed. Her heart sank at once.
Just as she turned to leave, she spotted an elderly man with a full head of white hair. Yet, his face didn't seem to have that many wrinkles. He had narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes beneath his brows, and he bore a sixty-percent resemblance to Lu Haichuan.
"You must be little comrade Zhou Mingzhu!" Lu Zhiyuan managed a smile, though it was heavy with profound sorrow.
Chapter 133