She put the picture frame away and looked at the hunting dog lying on the ground.

The hunting dog, nearly peed its pants from the clash of their breaths, put on a fawning expression on its ugly face.

"Remember to listen to your master from now on."

With the hounds nodding in agreement, Qin Tan completed her task and left the villa.

She hesitated for a moment at the door, then drove to the old town.

The orphanage's gate was half-closed.

It's as if they're specifically waiting for someone to arrive.

Standing at the door, one cannot hear the children's voices inside, indicating that the painter was not lying; the children here have been taken away.

Qin Tan pushed open the door and entered.

A few weeds have grown in the yard.

Meanwhile, the flame on the wall burned even more fiercely.

A huge mass that took up half the wall.

Some of the new strokes are quite immature, like the work of children.

Qin Tan stood in front of the pen drawing for a long time before asking.

Are you waiting for someone?

Behind her, an old man appeared; he was the director of the orphanage.

"Whoever comes here today, that's who I'm waiting for."

The voice, filled with laughter and as kind as ever, led Qin Tan to turn around and see the old man's aged face and slightly dimmed eyes.

The deathly aura emanating from the other person told Qin Tan that she was nearing her end.

Why aren't you leaving?

In the entire orphanage, only the old director in front of us remained.

"When you get old, you can't walk anymore."

"And I've been here my whole life, and I don't want to leave."

"I'm dying."

The old dean chuckled and handed him an orange.

"Eat up, it's very fresh."