In the hospital room, Song Weiyi sat in a chair, silently watching the man on the bed.
Thankfully, because he was in a coma, the awkwardness of a father-daughter meeting was avoided.
Such a scene, greatly changed from just a few months ago, probably something they never could have imagined in their wildest dreams, right?
If her mother were still here, to see what befell him, what would she have thought?
Her mother, foolishly devoted, too naive, even until her death, her whole heart remained with him.
To reap such treatment in return, was it worth it at all?
"Clang," the sound of the door opening startled Song Weiyi.
Outside, Fu Qishan and others walked in one after another.
Spotting Fu Qishan, all the hairs on Song Weiyi's body stood on end as she instinctively became wary of Fu Qishan.
"Isn't this Weiyi? My dear sister, why have you come?" Fu Qishan swayed her hips as she walked over with a swing.
