An Xiaxia clenched her fists and looked away. "I won't forgive you just because you apologized!"
Not every "sorry" would get an "it's ok" in return.
"I'm not asking for your forgiveness. Keep hating me if you want to. At least that way… you'll remember me." It was getting harder for Mr. Song to breathe. "If there is a next life, I hope you won't have a father like me."
He began to drift in and out of consciousness and mumbled some incoherent words. An Xiaxia had to move closer to make out what he was saying. He was calling a name, "Ah Yue."
Was that her mother?
An Xiaxia didn't understand. Why would he utter Zhong Yue's name on his deathbed?
Mr. Song's condition was getting worse. Panicked, An Xiaxia pressed the button and a bunch of doctors and nurses rushed in right away. They promptly began to give Mr. Song emergency treatment.
An Xiaxia was pushed out of the ward and a pair of big hands caught her by the waist.
