Su Qinglan stepped through the doors, with Shi Feng following close behind her like a tall, silent shadow.
As they entered the main room, the atmosphere was very quiet. She looked toward the bed and found her father, Su Mingxuan, sitting there with a dazed expression on his face.
He didn't even notice them at first. His eyes were fixed on a distant point on the wall, and his hands were resting limply on his knees.
Su Qinglan let out a quiet sigh. Ever since the revelation that the woman he loved was still alive and the realization of how much he had wronged her, he had been like this.
It was as if his spirit was wandering somewhere far away, haunted by the past and the complicated mess involving Mu Lihua.
Su Qinglan walked closer and cleared her throat. "Father? We are here."
