"Your mother, she..." Shen Yi's voice was very hoarse. As he reached this point, he couldn't help but stop. His eyes felt hot, as if continuing would make him choke up immediately.
Shen Yi took a deep breath, controlling his emotions after several attempts, and continued: "Your mother, she has done her best."
"If this is destined to be the outcome, at least let her spend her final moments without feeling anxious." Shen Yi spoke through gritted teeth, his voice deep.
Shen Wenzhou's eyes were red, and tears unexpectedly slid from his eye sockets, falling onto the back of his hand. In that moment, Shen Wenzhou trembled slightly, as if burned by that drop of tears.
After a long, long time, Shen Wenzhou finally spoke: "But I don't want to accept this result."
"But Zhouzhou, birth, aging, illness, and death are fundamentally unavoidable. One day, we will all leave you." Shen Yi turned his head to look at his son, his eyes filled with a smile.
