In a coma, Yang Fei seemed to be standing atop a thousand-meter cliff, the biting cold wind stinging his skin.
His mind conjured the image of his foster father, Wang Xiaoshi, whose carefree face was paired with deep and loving eyes.
He looked deeply at Yang Fei, as if he had a thousand words to advise him, yet said nothing.
Yang Fei couldn't help but mutter, "Father, how have you been all these years?"
Wang Xiaoshi said nothing, just quietly watching Yang Fei.
Suddenly, he opened his arms, giving Yang Fei a bear hug, heavily patting his shoulder, then he turned and left without looking back.
Yang Fei felt a pain in his heart, as if this departure meant a forever farewell.
He cried out desperately, "Father, where are you going?"
Wang Xiaoshi turned around, gave him a reassuring smile, reverted to his unconcerned demeanor, then turned to leave.
Yang Fei chased after Wang Xiaoshi's back, running forward with all his might.
"Father, where are you going? Wait for me."
