"Chenhuan, does your leg hurt?"
Huo Chenhuan was stunned. His eyes turned red, as if he was a child who had finally found a safe haven. He showed all his vulnerability and sadness to the people closest to him.
"It hurts. It hurts."
"Daddy also is in pain. My hands hurt, my feet hurt, my whole body hurts, but what hurts the most is my heart. You are the child that Mommy and Daddy love the most. You can't bear to see Daddy suffer forever, can you?"
Young Huo Chenhuan's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and his tears flowed uncontrollably.
He subconsciously wanted to retreat, to escape from this room, to escape from this strange man on the hospital bed.
However, his hands were out of control. As if he was bewitched, his trembling hands touched the transparent oxygen mask bit by bit. Under his father's encouraging gaze, he moved the life-saving device away from his face.
