she had just picked up a piece of clothing to fold when she heard father wen say, " "Xiang CI, come over here. I have something to talk to you about."
A trace of helplessness flashed across mother Wen's eyes. She sighed softly, put down the clothes in her hands, and walked back to her father's side.
take a taxi. father Wen patted the empty seat beside him.
Mother Wen sat down and looked at father Wen with a gentle gaze. His facial features were still as exquisite and handsome as before, but his hair was already half white and the wrinkles on his face were clearly imprinted.
After so many years of illness, his pride had been worn down. He had been such a proud person back then, but he had to lie in bed for so many years.
If it weren't for her and her children who still needed him, mother Wen thought that father Wen probably wouldn't have been able to hold on for much longer.
At the thought of this, mother Wen placed her hand on the back of father Wen's.
