"Ah-Lin," Jin Shuren's voice rumbled softly beside her, cutting into her spiral. He had never called her this gently and intimately. "Do you see now?" His hand brushed the edge of the phone, but his eyes never wavered from hers. "It's not that I don't want to, but because the chances of her getting better are in the negative... Honestly, I don't want to see her like this, I don't want her to recognise my presence like this, I also want her to acknowledge me in her sound mind, acknowledge her daughter in her sound mind, she is the woman I have loved for 20 years, tell me, am I supposed to watch her go down and disappear completely? Do you think I'm selfish? If I were, I would have forced her to recall so that she could acknowledge me, but I can't... Do you think I want to lie to her?"
Fang Lin's chest tightened, her heart hammering in a rhythm that made it almost painful to breathe.
