when he walked in, huo shen's footsteps were slower than usual.
his handsome face was still as calm as ever, seemingly without any fluctuations in emotion, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
an xiaowan tugged at his sleeve, walked in, and pulled him to sit in front of mr. huo's bed.
He was awake at this time and looked very tired. The bed was raised, and he sat there.
Feeling an Xiaowan's grip on him, Huo Shen narrowed his eyes, let out a breath, and said, " "Dad," he said.
Mr. Huo raised his eyes. His expression was less sharp and slower than before.
"shen 'er," mr. huo took a deep breath and shouted in a hoarse voice.
in that pitch-black void, he was actually thinking about many, many other things.
everything was like a dream, but it was so real.
