Ji Yunfeng nodded dejectedly.

"Yes, from now on we can only be friends, only friends."

Ji Yunfeng then said hello, put down his chopsticks, and left.

"Hey, Yunfeng, you're eating so little, you'll get hungry."

Ji's father spoke.

"Never mind, let him go." The child is grown up, we can't control everything he does.

Upon hearing that she was pregnant with twins, Ji's mother was somewhat unsettled.

"Old Ji, do you think I made a mistake? If we hadn't pressured our son back then, wouldn't we be the grandparents now?"

Uncle Ji sighed deeply.

"It's too late to say these things now. Don't think about it too much. Our connection with her was ultimately shallow."

Half a month later, Shen Shiyi was discharged from the hospital and returned to her old house to recuperate.

The long-absent Bie Lai also stepped off his private jet, surrounded by bodyguards, and passed through the VIP channel.

In a villa, Ji Chen was weak and powerless. He looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, feeling endless sorrow in his heart.

He was nearing the end of his life, but he truly couldn't bear to leave his two children.

At this moment, Ji Han'er knocked on the door.

"Dad, may I come in?"

Upon hearing his daughter's voice, Ji Chen opened his mouth to speak.

"Enter."

Ji Han'er entered the room and went to her father's bedside.

"Dad, are you alright?"

Ji Chen smiled and pursed his lips.

"What's wrong, Han'er?"

Ji Han'er looked at her father in silence.

"Dad, you must take your medicine obediently." She had already lost her mother and didn't want to lose her father as well.

Hearing this, Ji Chen felt both heartbroken and pained.

Ji Hua, standing at the door, felt a lump in his throat and wanted to cry, but he held it back. He was the older brother; he had to be strong.