Qiao Chengxun's narrow eyes suddenly veiled with a layer of coldness, his gaze locked onto the girl's small round face, the chill around him disappearing in an instant, replaced by boundless loss.
"I'm sorry," he said softly, then walked past her and out.
That look of utter desolation etched itself deeply into Wen Meimei's heart, as if something viciously tore through her, the stifling feeling spreading uncontrollably.
Not until the man had vanished did Wen Meimei retract her gaze and sit down by the bed.
"Dad, Uncle Ajun is handling the payment, he'll be here soon."
"Meimei..." Huo Ju weakly lifted his hand, caressing her small round face, "You've been working so hard these past few days."
"It's not hard, Dad. Please get better soon, I want to go home quickly."
"Alright," Huo Ju managed a faint smile, accidentally touching his wound and grimacing in pain.