Master Loves His Little Beautiful Wife

Han Qingyun couldn't help but frown. He was getting more and more worried. Could it be that Wen Jinyan had started to arrange the funeral arrangements for him?    

The first thing that came to Hsu Zhelin's mind was that his heart was beating wildly. The two of them looked at Old Master Wen seriously.    

Old Master Wen wiped the sweat off his forehead. After working for a long time, he still felt a little hot.    

"It's about him being blind from time to time. When you told me, I didn't believe you. Recently, he has been losing his sight more and more frequently. He almost got hurt several times. Although he concealed it well, there's still a flaw. "    

As he spoke, Old Master Wen choked with sobs, and his eyes turned red.    

If possible, she was willing to use her own life to exchange for Wen Jinyan's life.    

Han Qingyun secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but his heart was filled with sadness. He secretly sighed and looked helplessly at Elder Wen. "Elder Wen, there's something I don't know if I should tell you."    

Han Qingyun wanted to talk about Su Ningning, but in the end, he was unable to speak about it. He had a moment of concern.    

Hsu Zhelin looked at him from the side and encouraged him with his eyes. This might be Wen Jinyan's last chance.    

Elder Wen put the handkerchief aside and narrowed his eyes. His loving look made people's heart ache, especially his dazzling white hair. "Little Han, what's there that you can't say? Do you have any concerns about an old man like me?"    

Currently, he was very open-minded about the matter. He might even lose his own grandson, so there was nothing he could not say.    

His gentle attitude completely dispelled the last bit of apprehension in Han Qingyun's heart. He secretly gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. "Elder Wen, perhaps Jinyan's illness can still be saved."    

"Hahaha!"    

Elder Wen suddenly laughed. His withered hand gently patted Han Qingyun's shoulder. He knew that Han Qingyun was doing this for his and Wen Jinyan's good, but how many times had he heard such words?    

He could not even remember. He only felt numb.    

Deep in his heart, he was still very grateful to Han Qingyun. He said with a loving smile, "Qingyun, thank you very much. But you also know about Jinyan's illness. How many years has it been? Forget it."    

He didn't want to suffer another blow when Wen Jinyan was about to leave. This was another injury to Wen Jinyan.    

Others might not know, but he knew very well that every time Wen Jinyan's hope passed, he would be disappointed. The good news that he missed each time was like a sharp knife that pierced deep into his heart, not to mention Wen Jinyan himself.    

Hearing this, Han Qingyun became anxious, "Elder Wen, this time... It's different."    

Han Qingyun had absolute trust in Su Ningning. It wasn't that Su Ningning could really cure Wen Jinyan, but she could definitely let Wen Jinyan live for a few more years.    

After all, Hsu Zhelin and Professor Guan had both happened, which gave him a deep understanding of Su Ningning.    

Elder Wen was like a monk who looked down on everything. His heart was so calm that not even the slightest ripple could be felt, "Forget it, forget it."    

Han Qingyun looked anxiously at Hsu Zhelin, hoping that he would stand out and say something.    

Hsu Zhelin was also very anxious. He grabbed Old Master Wen's hand and said, "Elder Wen, I also think you should give it a try. Just treat it as the last time. How about it? "    

Old Master Wen did not answer. He stood there like a dried branch in the autumn wind, swaying and swaying. A line of burning tears rolled down from the corner of his eyes, and then a helpless smile appeared on his lips.    

Even though he did not say anything, it had already made Han Qingyun and Hsu Zhelin understand what he was thinking.    

Han Qingyun didn't give up. He spoke again, "Elder Wen, don't give up. I still have something to say." His tone was firm.