As she spoke, Han Qianqian placed her hand on her father's chest, rhythmically helping him to regulate his breathing.
Han Wen looked at his daughter with a twisted mouth, his gaze was filled with sorrow, helplessness, love, and reluctance to part with her.
His eyes began to moisten slowly and at last, tears were almost about to stream down his face.
His gaze shifted slowly, then he looked straight at Shi Yuhuan, his eyes pleading. Then he glanced at Han Qianqian and finally rested his eyes on Shi Annuo.
After a while, he looked back at Shi Yuhuan.
With cold eyes, Shi Yuhuan asked softly, "Uncle Han, I understand what you mean. You want Qianqian to marry Annuo. You want me to take good care of them, protect them, right?"
"Uh huh~~" Han Wen continued to make this strange sound.
