Tears welled up in Madam Lu's eyes.
Lu Weijian said softly, "Even though I'm not the son you love the most, I'm still the son you love. I have no regrets.
"Moreover, I don't want anything to happen to my brother either."
When these words were said, the entire ward fell silent.
The gentle breeze of early summer gently blew past the leaves outside the window, producing a rustling sound that made one calm down.
Lu Weijian reached out to hold Madam Lu's arm. "Let me accompany you out, Mom."
When he said these words, he was very calm. He remembered that since he started learning how to speak, he had been following behind Madam Lu and Lu Heting. He had been by their sides since he was a toddler till now.
The memories of his growth quickly washed away the pain in his heart.
Sunlight shone in from the window and landed on Lu Weijian's shoulder.
He felt warmth and freedom. It was a freedom that was not bound by his own hatred.
