He Ji looked at the message on the screen, as if she had always been by his side.

This hospital doesn't seem so scary anymore.

On this day, he finally saw his biological father, He Zhiming.

He Zhiming walked steadily toward the VIP ward.

When he learned that He Ji was ill, he felt like he had been struck by lightning. He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it.

He's so young—how could he possibly get this kind of disease?

He Ji stared coldly at the man sitting on the sofa next to her. How long had it been? How long had it been since she had last seen this man?

Hehe~

Why has his hair turned gray? It's completely different from when he used to scold me so harshly.

Will this man also grow old?

Hehe~

He Zhiming spoke slowly, with the authority of an adult, "Xiao Ji, your illness will definitely be cured, don't worry."

"You just need to focus on getting better, and I'll arrange for you to go abroad tomorrow and find you the best doctors."

He Ji looked at him, his eyes devoid of any warmth. What difference did it make to him whether he lived or died?

The real him had already died the year his mother passed away.

She was tortured to death by the man in front of her.

He Ji replied indifferently, appearing nonchalant, "No need."

“Save your kindness for your other son!” He Ji emphasized the word “son”.

Upon hearing this, He Zhiming was suddenly consumed by rage. After all these years, he couldn't believe that his son was still the same as before, without any change.

He said with great distress, "You...you're still just like your mother, stubborn and incorrigible."

He Ji's emotionless eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, and he rarely exposed his anger so openly to the sunlight. He roared, "I will not allow you to mention her. Please leave immediately."

He tried his best to suppress his anger.

He Zhiming was surprised that He Ji would speak to him like that. Had he forgotten who his father really was?

He angrily rebuked, "You have disappointed me greatly, He Ji. If I could do it all over again, I would rather not have a son like you."

He Ji's lips curled slightly, his tone mocking: "Isn't this exactly what you wanted?" He looked at He Zhiming with disdain.

"You—" He Zhiming was so angry that he was speechless. Finally, he roared, "If it weren't for you, your mother wouldn't have left so early."

Haha~

He Ji laughed in despair, his eyes full of mockery, his eyes red-rimmed, his eyeballs bloodshot as if they were about to bleed, like a demon crawling out of hell.

With a pained expression, she said, word by word, "Who killed her? Don't you really know?"

"When I was little, I watched her sit by the window every night, weeping, watching you who would never come home..."

"He~Zhi~Ming, do you think you've hidden it well?"

"Hahaha……"

“I’ll tell you who killed her.”

"It's you~ Hahaha~ Don't you think it's ridiculous?" He Ji was almost insane at this moment.

He Zhiming felt as if someone had touched the deepest part of his heart that he least wanted to talk about.

He instantly flew into a rage, "You unfilial son..." He glared at him, like two enemies staring at each other, without a trace of kinship.

He then forcefully turned and left. Jiang De heard the argument inside from outside the door, his lips tightly pressed together. This argument was more intense than ever before.

He Zhiming left without lingering, slamming the door shut with a deafening bang.

Jiang De saw He Zhiming come out and whispered, "Master..."

He Zhiming snorted coldly, his expression unchanged, and strode away.

Seeing that the person had disappeared, Jiang De slowly opened the door and went in. Looking at He Ji, whose eyes were red and swollen, he felt a pang of heartache.

Sir, we truly owe this child far too much.

"Young Master, I will arrange all the formalities for leaving the country tomorrow, you..."

He Ji's tone was a bit more rational than before as she slowly said, "No need, I won't go abroad." Her attitude was resolute.

He picked up his phone and looked at his chat history with Li Baobei. At that moment, he didn't know how to face her.

I no longer have the ability to accompany her on this journey...

Baby, I miss you so much.

I really don't want to leave you.

The man's soft sobs echoed in the empty hospital room, then faded into the darkness, disappearing without a trace, as if they had never happened.

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Looking at the chat interface that no longer rang, Li Baobei felt a piece missing from her heart, a tightness that made her feel uncomfortable, and her consciousness gradually sank.

10 PM.

He Ji still did not respond to her.

Her heart seemed to grow colder and colder, loneliness and fear surrounding her. Was he going to abandon her?

I can't believe this is the end!

Li Baobei made up her mind that even if she were to die, she would die knowing why.

She became that simp.

She immediately texted He Ji: "Are you okay?"

Endless silence...

"He Ji, stop pretending to be dead! If you're tired of me, just say so. I'm not the kind of person who clings on relentlessly."

"Say something!"

Li Baobei rapidly sent out one emotionless message after another, yet she was heartbroken.

He Ji's face was pale, and he looked like he had lost a lot of weight overnight. His tall figure stood upright in the cold wind, but he was so thin that it seemed as if he would disappear with the slightest breeze.

He sat quietly on a chair downstairs in Li Baobei's apartment complex, looking up at Li Baobei's room.

The light is still on.

No one noticed that a desperate man was staring blankly into the darkness at the unreachable light.

The light was so beautiful, but he could only watch from afar, letting himself be swallowed by the darkness and rot in the mud.

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