Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

At midnight, the tightly closed door of the inner room finally opened again, and Master Hu walked out of the room. Everyone who was waiting outside the room raised their heads and looked at him hopefully.

"Master Hu...my master..." Huixin asked hurriedly.

Hu Jing was silent for a while, shook his head, and his eyes were slightly red. He glanced at Hu Xingzhi, and then the father and son turned around and left Bubulu together, disappearing into the dark night.

Lin Huan sat next to Huixin, and Boyang sat on the other side, holding his wife's shoulders like a firm harbor, and nestling Aqi in his arms. At this moment, the most important people around Huixin were by her side, and she only hoped that this would give her more and more support, even if words could not soothe her sadness, even if all she could give at this moment, which could be of some use, was just silent companionship.

It was late autumn at this moment. The wind was howling outside and the candlelight was flickering inside the house. Suddenly, the window was blown open by a strong wind, and a gust of wind carrying a chill came in, blowing out the candle on the table in an instant, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

Huixin's body froze, and she subconsciously hugged Xiaoqi tightly who was in her arms.

"Don't be afraid, Mom. Xiaoqi, Dad, and Aunt are all here. They're all by your side. Don't be afraid, Mom." Xiaoqi seemed to sense her mother's stiffness. She moved closer to her mother, held her hands, and coaxed her softly and tenderly.

"Well, Xiaoqi, don't worry. Mom is not afraid as long as you are here." Huixin gently stroked her daughter's soft black hair. Warmth rose in her heart, and it took a long time for her to gradually calm down.

At this moment, Mr. Yun came out of the room. He didn't look very good, his eyes were wet, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Yunxi walked over, held her father's hand, and called softly, "Dad."

"Hey, Yunxi." Mr. Yun held his daughter's hand. "I'm fine, don't worry. You...don't let these sad emotions affect your mood too much, it's not good for the child..."

He looked up and raised his voice slightly.

"Hui Xin, go check on your master... He's sleeping peacefully. There's no need to worry about disturbing him." After a pause, Mr. Yun's voice became a little hoarse.

"Niece Huixin...I'm sorry, please accept my condolences."

Huixin stood up, staggered a few steps into the house, knelt down on her knees, and kowtowed heavily to her elder and teacher who was lying silent on the bed.

The sadness at this moment was silent, there was no crying, no shouting, but this heavy sadness was suppressing the hearts of everyone present, making it hard to breathe.

This time Lin Huan did not enter the room again, but asked Boyang to accompany his wife into the room. She stayed in the hall, standing quietly against the wall, turning her head to look at the dark sky outside, silent and without thoughts or attachments.

There was silence in her heart at this moment, without any sound. This oppressive silence was empty, as if something was quietly slipping away from her...

The city of Hong Kong, which never sleeps, has long since returned to silence, and people have all returned to sleep. So at this moment, no one knows that the last bit of vitality in the inverted hourglass of life of the young and talented master of Bubulu, the gentle and elegant doctor Yang who always sits behind the counter of the clinic, with a soft smile, and a skillful and benevolent doctor, has completely disappeared... It is a pity and sad.

But the emotion in Lin Huan's heart at this moment... didn't seem to be sadness, nor was it sorrow, not even pain, but a kind of calmness that made her feel cold and deep. It made her feel that the part of her that belonged to the human was slowly moving away.