"Dad!"
Zhaodi quietly took a peach candy with bite marks from her pocket and stuffed it into Qin Dazhuang's mouth.
"Dad, stop crying. Eat the sweet peach candy, and you won't cry anymore."
The little child naively thought her father was crying because he was afraid of the pain from injections and the bitterness of medicine.
Every time she had an injection, she would eat a sugar ball. This peach candy was given by her aunt last time, Zhaodi couldn't bear to eat it and kept it in her pocket.
Now she took it out to comfort her dad.
Her small hand stroked Qin Dazhuang's cheek.
Qin Dazhuang chewed on the peach candy in his mouth, it was sweet, but also bitter.
Tears streamed down.
Can't die, but can't live either.
Qin Dazhuang felt that as vast as the world is, there was no place for him to fit in.
He felt guilty towards so many people.
Sorry to Jiang Xin, sorry to his children, sorry to his family.
Sorry to everyone who was good to him.
