Due to the weakness of his body, Shen Huai's voice was not loud, almost imperceptible.
Yet it accurately reached the ears of the man standing at the doorway of the hospital room, causing his tall figure to suddenly stiffen in place, afraid to turn back and look.
Lying on the hospital bed, Shen Huai stared fixedly at the man's back, swallowed his dry throat, and weakly called out again, his tone tinged with excitement, "Dad..."
When Shen's father had disappeared, Shen Huai had been too young. After so many years, his features had become blurry to him.
But Shen Huai would never forget his father's silhouette.
The man slowly turned his head, took a deep look at Shen Huai on the bed, then turned and quickly left with his head down.
Inside, Shen Huai was both anxious and excited, struggling to get up and chase after him, "Dad, don't go, Dad..."
But his body was too weak; he didn't have the strength to rise from the bed.
