In a room on the third floor, Old Man Liu was resting with his eyes closed. He didn't open them when he heard the door, not until Liu Zhongheng said, "Grandpa, the master is here."
Old Man Liu let out a breath and opened his eyes. His gaze was cloudy, but no less sharp. He looked toward the doorway and saw Blind Liu and Liu Mumu standing outside, along with a crowd of his children.
"Mm. Come in, all of you." He was clearly speaking to his children outside. Then he looked at Blind Liu and tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I apologize for keeping you waiting, Master."
Blind Liu met Old Man Liu's gaze and smiled. "You're too kind, Old Mr. Liu."
Old Man Liu didn't object to being addressed that way. Judging by appearances, he was indeed older than Blind Liu.
Liu Zhongheng invited Blind Liu to sit beside Old Man Liu's bed. Liu Mumu stood next to him, while everyone else sat along the wall, waiting to hear what Blind Liu would say.
"Zhongheng said you're very accurate at fortune-telling, Master." Liu Zhongheng helped Old Man Liu sit up a little and lean against the pillows. He narrowed his eyes as he studied the old man and young girl before him.
He was already emaciated, and age spots covered his face. He seemed to have lost weight so suddenly that his skin no longer fit his face. At first glance, he looked a little frightening.
Liu Mumu glanced at him once, then looked away. Even with her limited face-reading skills, she could tell that he didn't have much time left.
"Young Master Liu flatters me." Blind Liu accepted the compliment with a smile.
"You look somewhat familiar, Master." Old Man Liu stared at Blind Liu