The butler couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he had a very bad feeling. His aged face was deeply wrinkled, and then, as if he had thought of something:
"not good!"
After yelling, he strode towards the room.
Seeing the butler's behavior, Harry, though unable to understand the profound nuances of the Z language, knew that body language was universal and quickly followed:
"What's wrong?"
She asked in a nasal voice, but unfortunately, the butler didn't respond at all.
The locked room door opened, and the butler rushed over, but being old, he lost his footing in his haste. Luckily, Dr. Harry was behind him and reached out to stop him.
At this moment, the butler had no time to worry about himself: "Young Master!" he called out urgently, staggering over, but unfortunately, the person on the bed did not respond.
Even Harry vaguely sensed something was wrong in the room, his gaze fixed intently on the person who appeared to be asleep on the bed.
No, that's not right!
Previously, Aqi's face was always pale and bloodless, how come his face looks so good after sleeping?
Unless there truly is a miraculous elixir that can bring the dead back to life, this is absolutely impossible.
Just as the butler was about to pull back the covers, Harry hurriedly spoke up:
"Sir, wait, don't move, I'll do it."
The butler stopped what he was doing when he heard the urgent shout.
Harry stepped forward, took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put them on before lifting the blanket.
I didn't see anything wrong; it was very clean, with no unpleasant fishy smell or glaring color.
When Harry gently placed his finger under the nose of the person lying on the bed, his expression instantly changed.
"How is this possible? What? What exactly happened?"
Harry collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide with disbelief, followed by an expression of profound sorrow.
The butler had experienced so much in his life; seeing Harry's series of actions, what was there that he didn't understand?
His thin, hunched body swayed, unable to hold on any longer, and he stumbled back several steps until he bumped into the table and regained his balance.
"Young Master, Young Master..." she called out.
The entire villa was shrouded in a heavy, somber silence.
Several crows flew by in the courtyard, leaving behind a string of crow cries.
Harry's body stiffened, his hands trembling as he touched his friend's face, finally settling on his closed eyes:
"Ah Qi, how could you be so heartless! Just like that, you really abandoned us, your good friends!" His mouth tasted bitter, as if there were salty tears and sweet-smelling blood in it.
"I know you miss that little girl, that's why you're so eager to go find her... right?"
It is said that men do not easily shed tears, but that is only because they have not yet reached the point of heartbreak.
At this moment, tears streamed down Harry's face, even though he was a grown man who had been exposed to Western education since childhood.
Who could calmly accept the fact that a friend of more than ten years had passed away right before their eyes?
"Aqi, go to sleep well."
You've had a tough time lately. Now, get some rest, and then go see your little girl.
Nothing, no one, nothing can stop you anymore.
There are no more grudges or entanglements between you.
As Harry spoke, his hand slipped off and slid onto the pillow beside him.
There's something unfair about this...
Um?
Is there something under my pillow?
Sure enough, Harry pulled a bottle and a few sealed letters from under his pillow.
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