Judging from the footsteps, there should be at least five or six people. Fu Yuanxiu looked at the lonely Fu Chun in front of his bed and could not help but sigh silently.
Speaking of which, his mother had passed away early and his father had raised him alone. Fortunately, his family was well-off and could afford to hire a nanny. He had security in life, but now that he was sick, he did not know what his father would do after he'd left.
Fu Yuanxiu was silent for a moment before suddenly saying, "Dad, after I leave, you… should find a companion."
Fu Chun also heard the footsteps outside.
In this life, he had been engrossed in painting and had gradually cut off contact with his family and friends. Now that he was old and his son was about to leave him, he suddenly felt an indescribable sense of loneliness.
