Shen Chi slowly walked forward, his gaze falling on Mo Shuifu and Shen Shihan.
It was the first time he had heard Mo Shuifu speak so loudly, the first time he had seen her crying so uncontrollably, the first time he had seen her so out of control...
Standing behind her at that moment, he realized he wasn't omnipotent. Even though he could control many things, he couldn't control life and death.
In the surgical room, only Mo Shuifu's hysterical cries remained. The sound was loud, faint echoes reverberating in the early hours of the hospital night, eerily chilling, heartbreakingly desolate.
"Third Brother, may you rest well." Shen Chi bowed deeply.
The scene of meeting Shen Shihan for the first time suddenly flashed through his mind. Back then, they were just teenagers.
Both were precociously mature individuals, and from their first meeting, each had been aware of the other's complexity.
