C962 Love is the greatest power

The disease had taken all the fat out of the old man's body, and all that was left was skin and bones.

Holding the old lady's hand, Zhao Muchen remembered that two years ago, when the old man had left, he had also held the old man's hand in this way. It was also a pair of hands that were as dry as firewood, hands that had already lost the warmth of life.

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