"Jiao Dazhi."
The woman's voice was clear and melodious, sweet and soft, with not a hint of resentment.
Just like that day, when she gave him hope.
Jiao Dazhi stopped his frantic movements and stared in a daze through the gaps in the straw, towards the woman who seemed to have descended from the heavens like a fairy.
There was confusion and puzzlement in his eyes, not quite understanding her attitude at this moment.
But then he suddenly heard her ask, "Do you have any other wishes?"
As one approaches death, some things have already happened that are not worth holding grudges over.
Moreover, this shell of his resolved his father's urgent crisis; otherwise, his father might indeed have become a wandering ghost.
Hmph... there's also this point, from now on she has to call this body 'Father', how could she feel any disgust?
Jiao Dazhi's eyes grew increasingly shocked, surprised that she came here not to punish him, but instead asked about his wishes?
