The youth suddenly lifted his eyes.
He met Ming Ge's gaze.
Ming Ge gave him a soothing smile.
That smile was warm and bright, like the first ray of sunlight in a forest, dispelling the darkness that hung over the boy's heart and the confusion of a lost fawn...
Her eyes seemed to say:
Don't worry, leave everything to me.
A sourness hit Ming Ci's nose, and a thin mist formed in his eyes.
How could he not believe?
Ming Ge's dark pupils swirled as she looked toward her father, somehow turning this snowy-white hospital room into a serious and astute negotiation table—
"Dad, Ming Ci isn't young anymore, he has his own opinions. Sometimes, a child doesn't necessarily have to follow the path laid out by their parents."
"If a young man doesn't indulge in some frivolity, it's a waste of youth. A vibrant life, a wilful youth—if trapped in a never-changing framework, what gets suffocated isn't just the soul, is it?"
