When Ling Xiao saw Song Mingyue actually shedding tears, he was slightly stunned. 'This Brother Song is great in every way,' he thought. 'His bearing is elegant, his speech refined, his presence as gentle as a spring breeze, and he never says anything to provoke others. It's just his temperament… it's a bit too much like a girl's! That's not good!'
"Er… Brother Song, don't be sad. Everyone experiences birth, aging, sickness, and death. It's something no one can resist." Ling Xiao's words, however, only seemed to make Song Mingyue even more upset. His shoulders trembled as he clearly tried his best to hold back, but he couldn't suppress the grief in his heart.
Finally, Ling Xiao said helplessly, "Could it be that the famous doctors you sought out before never told you that your father's meridians are normal?" He glanced at the motionless Song Yi lying there and said softly, "In other words, there's still hope for your father to recover!"
