This illness made Lin Shiming understand the feeling of despair.
The more he thought about it, the more he blamed himself. Shi Qiuran had already left this world first. Shi Qian was the only person he cared about. God had not given him a chance to make up for it.
Lin Shiming's tears fell uncontrollably. No matter how he was punished, it was not enough. Before he died, he would have no regrets if he could see Shi Qian again.
"Mr. Lin, a person claiming to be your daughter wants to see you outside." The nurse's voice sounded beside Lin Shiming.
"Quick, invite her in." Lin Shiming was especially agitated. After saying that, he couldn't help but cough.
As soon as he caught his breath, he looked eagerly in the direction of the door.
A figure walked in. His vision was still blurry. He couldn't see who it was.
