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"We're old now, having gone through national calamities and all kinds of disasters. Seeing our remaining offspring, we only cautiously protect them, fearing their premature deaths, afraid that one day we won't be vigilant enough, and they'll be harmed!"
An octogenarian, upon hearing Yan Jinsu's impassioned rhetoric, felt the last of his weakness peeled away, tears welling up as he spoke hoarsely.
"I…" As soon as Yan Jinsu saw the elderly gentleman speak a few words, she became tearful, which startled her, and she stood in front of him like a child who had made a mistake, restrained and uneasy.
The Old Master Xie was over eighty years old; she hoped she hadn't upset him!
It took a while before the old man stopped crying and began to speak slowly, in a hoarse, aged voice:
"Some things, if you pay heed, it's fate! If fate has not decreed it, do not force it!
