Old Master truly felt guilty and filled with hate, hating nobody more than himself, for after even learning about Niannian's accident, he wasn't able to be the first to rush to the scene!
"Grandpa, it is all my fault, you can hit me or scold me, but, right now you must rest well."
Feng Yan let out a soft sigh and squatted in front of his wheelchair.
"Grandpa, Niannian cares about you the most, you know that, right? Your complexion looks really bad now, and your spirits are too low."
He coaxed the Old Master just like one would coax a child: "If Niannian wakes up and sees your complexion, she would be terrified!"
A single mention of "terrified" caused the Old Master to suddenly become anxious.
"Really... does it look that bad?" He touched his own face, thinking, what if he truly frightens his little Niannian, what then?
"Really, I'm not lying to you; if you don't believe me, ask the others."
