Ningzhiyuan sits on the sickbed with his head down. His forehead is covered by his fine black hair. His heart is sad and angry.

Ning Wenxuan was stunned for a long time. He walked over and slapped him heavily on the shoulder. Half a hundred old men gradually turned red in their eyes, and their voice slightly choked.

"Zhiyuan, dad knows that you're upset. He knows that you must be hard to accept for a while, but everything happened. We have no other way but to accept it frankly, don't we?"

Ning Wenxuan paused and then said, "besides, it's not that there's no chance. As long as we persist, as...