"..."
Chen Yi leaned on his cane, standing in silence for a long while before he slowly removed the black top hat from his head and placed it on his chest, bowing in a salute.
In this moment, Chen Yi lacked his usual air of worldly detachment; he appeared extremely somber.
Standing beside him, Jiaye, already with reddened eyes barely able to stand, was propped up by the servants with great difficulty.
It was supposed to be...
It was supposed to be...
It was supposed to be the time when he could finally see his child, explain all the truths of these years to him, and finally allow his long-suffering child to enjoy a life of luxury.
But why did everything suddenly turn out this way?
Killed by a falling coconut!
Why the freak coincidence of a coconut falling at just that moment, hitting and killing him?