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Inside the hospital room.
The old Huo patriarch, rarely looking compassionate, gazed at his youngest son Huo Jiancheng.
"Jiancheng, I have always owed you. I shouldn't have resented you for causing your mother's death when you were born." His old tears streamed down his face, which had grown grayer and looked much older.
Huo Jiancheng felt a bitter sweetness in his heart, his eyes brimming with moisture.
He reached out his withered hand to touch his cheek, "In the blink of an eye, you're nearly fifty years old, and I don't have many days left to live. I have wronged you over these years."
"Dad!"
Huo Jiancheng gripped his hand tightly, "You will not die."
The grievances in his heart dissipated with the old man's apology, like smoke vanishing into thin air.
He had received the fatherly love he had longed for.
He never thought the day would come when the old patriarch could speak to him so calmly and peacefully. Huo Jiancheng cried uncontrollably.
