A great fire burned everything down in the Mu Family, but Old Mu wasn't severely injured.
After getting his stomach pumped at the hospital, he was saved.
It's uncertain whether he has a strong will to live, or if that bottle of sleeping pills wasn't potent.
After a bout of noise, only Old Mu lay alone in the ward.
His gaze turned to the window, where a Bodhi Tree stood, its leaves glaring under the sunlight, the gentle breeze swaying the treetops like the rhythm of life, full of vitality.
Yet Old Mu only felt weak all over, with his mind in a haze.
He seemed to have a weightless, floating feeling over him.
The house was gone, his wife was dead, what was the point of him being alive? But now, he didn't even have the strength to commit suicide.
He even resented those who saved him, wondering why they did, thinking it would have been better to die, for living was just suffering.
