"Lily…"
He reached out his hand to Ren Li once more.
Ren Li walked over and gripped her father's withered hand. Her heart had harbored some resentment, but now, seeing her elderly father like this, she regretted it.
Why had she been so hard-hearted at the time? He was already seventy years old; how many years did he have left to live? Why did she still hold a grudge against him?
And now, even if she wanted to be kinder to him, it was too late.
"Lily, Dad is sorry for letting you down."
Ren's father truly felt he owed his daughter an apology—he was dying, yet he still had to...
"Lily, if possible, please save Liangliang."
Ren Li's grip loosened; she didn't speak, while her father continued to wait for her answer. He wanted a promise before closing his eyes; otherwise, even in death, he wouldn't be able to rest in peace.
Ren Li closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she had squeezed out all the tears.
