Father Fang looked at his daughter, who had returned home unexpectedly, in astonishment. He was momentarily stunned, his fingers quietly tightening.
He had thought that at this hour, both his wife and daughter would be out working and wouldn't be able to return home for a while.
So when he woke up, thinking back to the conversation he had overheard last night, he knew how much pressure the mother and daughter were under, aware they ate only one coarse pancake per meal, all to save a bit of food for the future to seek medical help for him.
Father Fang knew he was a burden, his injuries were becoming more and more severe, and he could distinctly feel his life ebbing away.
Rather than dragging on with such a broken body and being a burden to them, it would be better to die sooner rather than later. After all, he wouldn't live much longer, so why add to their stress?
