Feng Tianyou took Ouyang Hui to the next room, while Zhuo Junyue and Ningyan sat down nearby.
Under the dim light, one could still see the white hair hidden amongst Feng Jinghan's dark strands.
The wrinkles on his face left by the years made Ningyan feel that Feng Jinghan had also begun to age.
A person's life is so long yet so short.
In the blink of an eye, even An An was nearly five years old.
Ningyan took his hand and said, "Dad, wake up soon. We will make the most of our time after this. Didn't you say you wanted to make it up to me? I'm giving you a chance now. So, don't sleep for too long."
Zhuo Junyue didn't say anything, just quietly accompanying her. His presence provided her with the most powerful and reliable support.
Around three o'clock, Ouyang Hui and Feng Tianyou came in.
Although they had gone to rest, their minds remained unsettled.
"Ningyan, Junyue, how is your father?"
"Still the same, hasn't woken up..."