Yun Tang lowered his gaze, catching a glimpse of Qin Xun from the corner of his eye. He unexpectedly noticed that the formidable man now had deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a few strands of silver hair at his temples were particularly glaring and bright.
His pupils ached slightly.
The father who once loved and protected him, like a towering mountain, had grown old. Now, at the age of impending retirement, he was poisoned and admitted to the hospital.
Thinking about all this, his heart felt as if it had been stabbed, causing immense pain.
"Get some rest."
The man's pupils were slightly sore, and after rubbing them, he packed up the dishes and headed out of the hospital room.
"Yun Tang!" Qin Xun frowned and opened his mouth to call out to Yun Tang's hurried steps. But once he did, he realized he didn't know what to say.
The young man glanced at the middle-aged man and was about to turn away.
