"I heard that Lin Sijue has been in a bad mood recently. I wonder if this is the reason why she refused to participate in the event." An insider broke the news on WeChat Moments.

"Is there some conflict between him and Li Shutong? Otherwise, why would he suddenly change his mind?" another netizen speculated.

"I don't think it's that simple. There must be a deeper story behind it." A senior entertainment reporter analyzed during a live broadcast.

Fu Yin was very upset. He called Lin Sijue several times but no one answered.

There will be no reply if you call WeChat or email.

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Only Xinxin knows the reason why Lin Sijue is like this.

That day, Xinxin came to the hospital to volunteer as usual. She heard an old man groaning in pain, so she went to comfort him.

Xinxin gently pushed open the door of the ward, and the smell of disinfectant hit her nose.

She looked around and saw an old man curled up on the hospital bed, his face pale and his forehead covered with beads of sweat. His brow was furrowed and his lips were trembling slightly, as if he was enduring unspeakable pain.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Xinxin asked softly, her voice full of concern.

The old man slowly raised his head, his eyes flashing with pain. He spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse and weak: "Child, I... I am in so much pain..."

Xinxin's heart suddenly tightened, and she hurried to the old man's side and held his trembling hand. Her hand was warm and strong, trying to give the old man some comfort.

"Don't be afraid, I will always be with you. The doctors will be here soon and they will help you relieve the pain." Xinxin said softly, her eyes full of encouragement.

After hearing Xinxin's words, the old man seemed to feel a little warm. His eyes gradually softened, and the corners of his mouth forced a smile.

At this moment, Xinxin suddenly remembered something. She carefully examined the old man in front of her, and the more she looked, the more familiar he seemed. Suddenly, a shocking thought flashed through her mind—this old man actually looked very similar to Lin Sijue!

Xinxin was shocked. She tried hard to recall Lin Sijue's facial features and compare them with the old man in front of her.

"Where are your family members? Do you need my help in contacting them?" Xinxin asked tentatively.

Because the more she compared, the more certain she became of her guess—this old man should be Lin Sijue’s father!

"Oh, don't contact him. Even if you do, he won't come. His mother and I have been divorced for a long time."

"Is he Lin Sijue?" Xinxin asked in a low voice.

The old man lowered his head for a long time without responding, his tears soaking the bedding.

"He won't come to see me. I'm not a good father."

This discovery shocked Xinxin. She didn't expect to meet Lin Sijue's father in such a situation.

Looking at the old man's painful and helpless appearance, Xinxin felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart.

"Uncle, I might be able to help you, but I'm not sure if he will come. I'll convey your situation to him."

She took a deep breath and calmed herself down. Then, she began to take even more care of the old man. She comforted him softly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and occasionally gave him water.

The old man seemed to feel Xinxin's care and warmth, and a hint of gratitude appeared in his eyes. He held Xinxin's hand tightly and said in a weak voice, "Thank you, child... You are such a good child..."