Lu Fan wanted to take advantage of the last moments to write a few reminders, but his right hand disappeared, and the pen fell to the ground with a snap.
"Dad, goodbye!" Lu Fan gave up, turned to look at his father, his gaze filled with deep attachment.
In the guest room, Lu Fan completely vanished, leaving only a faint trace of body temperature and the whispered words "Dad, I love you" to bear witness to the bond between this father and daughter.
...
"What's the point of buying so many plants? No one will take care of them, and they'll just die soon." Chu Baichuan complained bitterly as he carried an armful of potted plants. Strolling around the streets on a hot summer day, he was drenched in sweat. "You're not even someone who likes gardening!"
