"Okay, once you get better, we'll do many things we've never done before," Rong's mother happily agreed, with smiles in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.
Seeing her so cheerful, Rong's father felt incredibly guilty.
She had given so much for him, and only now did he realize that he had never once said a caring word to her.
"Huifang, you've worked so hard these years," he said, filled with emotion.
"It's not hard, you're too polite. Now rest, your body is weak. You need to hold back from talking as if you're worried there won't be time later…" She abruptly stopped, annoyance flashing in her eyes, "Look at what I'm saying. Of course, there's plenty of time for you to talk to me, you've said it yourself, that you'll stay with me until we're a hundred years old."
They looked at each other and both smiled.
Rong's father was indeed tired, so he closed his eyes and fell deeply asleep.
But this sleep was one from which he would never awaken.
