Huo Mian nodded…
"Sit… down…" Huo Zhenghai said with difficulty as his hands trembled, and she sat down quietly on a chair in front of his bed.
"Are you alright?" Huo Mian asked with sincerity; as a doctor, she felt bad upon seeing sick people.
"It is what it is… you can see that I'm dying…"
"Don't say that. You should take care of yourself."
"Mian… you always seemed so distant when talking to me. You hate me… don't you? Because of how I treated you and your mom in the past…"
"No, I don't hate you. Truth be told, I don't have the right to hate you."
Huo Zhenghai was confused by what Huo Mian said; he didn't seem to have expected this from her.
