Viola Lindsay looked at her father's face, which was full of vicissitudes and losing vitality quickly. The guilt in her eyes almost engulfed her.
Her lips curved slightly, and her voice was soft, "Father, don't worry, I'm fine."
"Fine, fine, fine...""
Hartford Lindsay said the word "fine" several times, his voice choked, tears brimming in his eyes, and the corners of his eyes slightly damp.
His daughter's face was pale, her body soaked, and she was still wandering in the world without reincarnating. How could her situation be good?
Viola Lindsay frowned with concern, "You must eat on time, maintain good health, otherwise, I won't rest in peace after death."
Her father looked so different from one year ago, visibly worn, as if he had experienced trials and tribulations, suffering from the hardships of life.
"...Alright."
Hearing his daughter's words, Hartford Lindsay obediently nodded, looking helpless and lost like a child.
