He Ziming also suddenly slapped his forehead, holding onto the table, his eyes shifting frantically along with his chaotic thoughts.
"How could I be so stupid? I should have realized it earlier. You asked me to get a blood test out of the blue, because he's my son, my biological son. That's why I matched instantly, right..."
"Ziming... Does Mu Zhirou know? Does the child know?"
He Ziming sat there dejectedly, holding his head. For so long, he believed he was strong enough, mature enough, but only now did he feel like a child, understanding nothing.
"Why did my son get leukemia? Is this my punishment? How old is he... Oh, back then Zhirou quietly left, he must have been only three."
"A three-year-old child, so sensible and obedient, speaking words so mature... more mature than me, a man nearing thirty..."
"My son, my son, what has he gone through."
"Gu Linhan, do you think I deserve this? Should I go to Zhirou, kneel in front of her, beg her to forgive me? I didn't know..."
