"Good."

"I'm satisfied with your words."

"come here, look at Dad... Look at you again."

I can't remember the word "Dad" for a long time. My throat is bitter and itchy.

no one knows his current physical condition better than him. Although Huo Xiao has that heart, he may not be able to support it.

but he didn't show it. Now, life and death are not so important to him. It's all life.

what he cares more is the rest of the time, the only time he can stay with his relatives.

Huo Xiao crouches down, closer to Huo nvfeng.

the distance between the two men is only the palm...