Feng Ciye just smiled faintly, not taking it to heart.
The hospital, he was a regular there.
Ever since he had been hospitalized for six months last time, his health had worsened, and his body had grown weaker, though he became extremely familiar with the hospital's procedures.
Feng Ciye looked at the extremely anxious Chu Hongyuan. His long eyelashes, like feathers, gently drooped, casting faint shadows under his high-bridged nose.
Even when seriously ill, he never experienced the warmth of being cared for. While he lay in bed for half a year, was there anyone who truly worried about him?
That seemingly sentimental father had never been like Chu Hongyuan here, worrying and shedding tears for his son.
In this world, he came alone, and he left alone. On the long road of life, he had never seen anyone who could walk with him.
No — there still was someone.
The girl like a beam of light walked ahead of him. He wondered if he could still catch up with her?
