Su Nian watched Haoyu's back, her brow slowly furrowing, and an inexplicable ache emerged from somewhere in her heart.
Haoyu opened the car door and sat inside, hastily searching for the small medicine bottle that Yixin had just taken. His hands trembled slightly as he poured a pill into his mouth, only then slowly leaning against the seat back, closing his eyes, with two tears slipping from the corners.
In the corridor of the second floor, two little ones leaned their heads against the wall. Clearly, the words Haoyu and Su Nian had spoken earlier fell unerringly into their ears.
"Brother, Haoyu seems to be doing poorly," Yiqiao couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy despite his difficulty accepting Haoyu's actions back then, for after all, they were father and son.
Yixin had his hands in his pockets, a cold expression on his face, "You should go downstairs and play with Mommy for a while."
