When he came out of the ward, Luo Yanfeng's hands were trembling when he was pouring water in the tea room.
At the thought of his mother's words, he could not calm down, because he felt that he had not done enough. He also hated himself and hated himself for being unable to do anything about his mother's illness. He could not imagine the day when his mother left, then he would probably be the only one left in the world!
Who else would rely on him for survival? Who would treat him as their closest kin?
Who in this world would love him forever?
Mo Lujin called back. As soon as Luo Yanfeng picked up the call, Mo Lujin asked, "Yanfeng, did my dad say that your mother was hospitalized? Is she in a bad condition?"
Luo Yanfeng composed himself and tried to keep his voice steady. He answered softly, "Yes."
