In the dimly lit hospital ward, time seemed to freeze into thick amber.
Xia Wan and Xia Tao, this brother and sister with perfect understanding, grew up on similar life trajectories since childhood, and their hearts seem to be closely connected by an invisible thread.
The moment their father made his decision, as if by telepathy, they almost simultaneously turned their affectionate gazes toward their father.
Their eyes, like stars twinkling in the night sky, were clear and bright, eagerly seeking guidance from their father.
Xia Wan's eyes held the deep-seated worry a daughter has for her father. Her gaze was as gentle as a spring breeze, yet full of power, as if it could dispel all the gloom in her father's heart.
Xia Tao, who was usually calm and composed, had a hint of anxiety in his eyes at this moment, like a silent mountain revealing the unease deep in his heart in the stillness.
They stood there quietly, and all the noise around them gradually faded away, as if time itself had stood still for this moment.
They were waiting, waiting for their father's instructions, instructions that were like a beacon in a vast ocean, guiding them in the direction of their future.
My father was lying on the hospital bed, his face looking a little haggard, but his eyes still showed the same determination as before.
He nodded slightly, a movement so subtle yet so powerful it was like a pebble dropped into a still lake, instantly creating ripples.
This subtle action seemed to signal the start of a new journey, giving the brother and sister a little relief from their anxiety.
After receiving permission, Xia Wan and Xia Tao slowly left the ward, which was filled with the smell of disinfectant, along with the others.
The pungent and strong smell of disinfectant, like an invisible and thick veil, completely enveloped the entire space.
With every breath, the smell penetrated the nasal cavity, making one truly feel the weight and helplessness borne by the special environment of the hospital.
It serves as a constant reminder that this place is a gathering place of illness and vulnerability, where countless people struggle against disease and endure both physical and mental torment.
When the white hospital room door closed gently, it made a soft "click" sound. Although the sound was small, it was like a heavy hammer blow, striking everyone's hearts.
It was as if a boundary had been drawn, resolutely separating the somber atmosphere inside the ward from the world outside.
Inside the ward, the air is thick with pain and worry, and every inch of it is filled with oppression; outside, though it seems full of life, with sunlight streaming through the corridor windows, no one knows that beneath that seemingly calm surface, unknown storms are brewing.
In the corridor outside the ward, Xia Shuqin, this straightforward aunt with a burning curiosity, could no longer suppress her curiosity.
That sense of curiosity, like a mischievous kitten, kept scratching at her heart, making her restless and eager to find the answer.
She smiled, a smile as warm and friendly as a flower blooming in spring. Turning to Xia Wan, she said softly, "You little rascal, you're really not what we imagined!"
Her voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of doting affection, as if she were talking to a long-lost treasure.
From the moment she entered the ward, Xia Shuqin noticed that her brother, whom she hadn't seen for many years, had been quiet and reserved, hardly speaking at all.
He sat there quietly, like a steady mountain, exuding an aura that was hard to ignore.
His presence is like the brightest star in the night sky; even without speaking, he can attract everyone's attention.
Although he was just sitting quietly, the unique aura he exuded was hard to ignore.
Xia Shuqin thought to herself, this brother doesn't look like a rough man from the countryside.
His every move seemed to carry a unique quality, a composure and restraint honed by time, a tranquility and profundity after weathering storms, as if every action contained a story of the past.
As for Xia Tao's nephew, he seemed very honest and simple, basically just as she had imagined.
His simple smile was as warm as sunshine, and his honest eyes were as clear as a mountain spring; he was clearly a child who grew up in a simple rural environment.
Every movement and every word he uttered revealed the innocence and kindness bestowed upon him by rural life, carrying the fragrance of the soil and the simplicity of nature.
However, what truly surprised Xia Shuqin was Xia Wan, this young girl.
It's worth noting that Xia Wan only managed to find her long-lost biological father through the opportunity of being sent to the countryside as an educated youth.
This unique experience, like a mysterious painting, filled Xia Shuqin with curiosity about Xia Wan's past.
At this moment, she was even more interested in Xia Wan's adoptive parents.
She was particularly eager to find out what kind of two people could raise such an extraordinary girl.
In her imagination, Xia Wan's adoptive parents must have been extraordinary to raise such a special child.
They may have had unique educational philosophies, and in that era of scarcity, they used knowledge and love to build a bridge for Xia Wan to the wider world.
Perhaps it was the combination of a broad mind and noble character, leading by example and teaching Xia Wan kindness, courage, and independence that nurtured her into such an outstanding individual.
According to a message sent back by Xia Shuqin's father, Xia Wan's adoptive parents were just ordinary factory workers.
Due to time constraints, we were unable to obtain further details about them.
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