Xinxin felt a pang of sadness as she listened to the old man's words. She didn't know how to respond, so she could only silently accompany the old man and give him the warmest care.

(Si Jue, I saw your father in the hospital. He is very ill and is in the hospice stage. I struggled for a long time, but finally decided to tell you. People's Hospital, VIP Oncology Room 1) Xinxin quickly typed the message and sent it out.

Xinxin also sent a photo of Lin's father.

On the other side, Lin Sijue's hand holding the phone was shaking slightly.

He had imagined countless times how his father was doing now.

Is he having fun with a beautiful woman in a foreign city, or is he doing something else?

But he never imagined that his father, with whom he had no contact for many years, was now seriously ill and dying, with the flame of life on the verge of extinguishing.

You know, in the past, Lin Sijue had gritted his teeth and sworn that he would never forgive his father in this life and would never see him again.

So, when that familiar yet unfamiliar face suddenly appeared in front of him, Lin Sijue's heart was instantly filled with coldness.

His gaze was like a cold blade, shooting straight at the man in front of him, with no expression on his face, as if the other person was just an unrelated stranger.

Even speaking was a great gift to him, but he was so stingy that he refused to even utter a single word.

In the evening, the doctor issued a critical illness notice.

Mr. Lin suggested contacting volunteer Xinxin.

Xinxin quickly called Lin Sijue, but Lin Sijue hung up.

Xinxin sent him another message saying that Lin's father was critically ill.

Finally, after a long and agonizing inner struggle, Lin Sijue gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision - to take his mother to see his father.

"Mom, let's go." Lin Sijue's voice was low and firm, as if every word contained endless emotions.

The mother was slightly startled, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. She gently held Lin Sijue's hand, her voice gentle but firm: "Child, are you sure you want to do this?"

Lin Sijue nodded, her eyes revealing an indescribable determination: "Yes, Mom. I want... I want to see him again before he leaves."

The mother sighed, a trace of relief and heartache flashing in her eyes: "My dear, I know you have too many hardships and resentments in your heart. But no matter what happened in the past, he is still your father. Go, see him for the last time, and don't let regrets become a burden in your heart."

Lin Sijue held his mother's hand tightly, as if drawing strength from the warmth.

He took a deep breath and led his mother to the ward. Each step seemed heavy, yet filled with determination and resolve.

He knew that this might be his last chance to see his father, and also his last time to face the struggle and pain deep in his heart.

In the ward, the father lay on the bed, his face as pale as paper, his breathing weak and rapid. Seeing his son and wife walk in, a hint of surprise and guilt flashed in his eyes. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he just sighed softly.

Now, Mr. Lin is breathing out more than breathing in.

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