Qingyang looked at him, saying nothing.
Zhan Xiong held Qingyang's hand, crying bitterly.
If only his wife hadn't died.
If his wife hadn't died, no matter what it took, he would have desperately sought his wife's forgiveness.
By then, he would have reunited with his wife and son.
But now, it was too late to regret.
Qingyang stared blankly at him, still saying nothing.
He really had no clear impression of this father.
He vaguely remembered some things, but they were very blurry.
Zhan Xiong's monologue, combined with his own memories, pieced together some parts.
This father of his was an irresponsible man.
He once wronged his mother and abandoned him.
Now, with the truth revealed, he regretted it, kneeling by the bed, begging for forgiveness.
Should he forgive him?
His mind was a muddle, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and he couldn't think of anything.
