His eyes snapped open, bloodshot.
Ji Guangsheng's longing for Ji Pianran was no less than Wu Shuhui's!
It was just his stubborn nature that didn't want others to know.
Ji Pianran looked at her father on the hospital bed, his complexion ashen. Before she could speak, her eyes were already red, and in that moment, a flood of emotions overwhelmed her.
She choked up, and two hot tears fell unconsciously.
Her father had always stood straight, with his chest out and head held high, emanating an aura that made it impossible for anyone to refuse him.
But now, he lay on the bed, his hair white with age, crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, slightly sunken eye sockets, a prominent nose now looking frail, and pale lips, his facial contours wasted away.
He had completely become an old man.
A frail old man.
"Pian Ran!?"
To Ji Guangsheng, his daughter's unexpected return felt like a dream.
