"As for Moyan, he doesn't need you as a father anymore. No, he never did. Since childhood, you never gave him genuine care and happiness. I just hope that when you meet Moyan's mother in the afterlife, you can face her with a clear conscience,"
After saying this, the old master Jun lay down and closed his eyes to sleep.
Jun Qing was left standing alone, staring blankly.
Jun Yan pushed open the door to Jun Wuchen's hospital room and saw Jun Wuchen, with one hand on the bedhead, struggling to move from the wheelchair to the bed.
Seeing this, Jun Yan hurried forward to help Jun Wuchen onto the bed.
Jun Wuchen settled back against the bedhead, looked at the weary-faced Jun Yan, and said, "You should go rest for a while."
Upon hearing Jun Wuchen's words, Jun Yan's guilt towards him grew stronger.
Jun Yan sat down on the chair by the bed, smiled awkwardly, and said "Let dad keep you company."
Jun Wuchen smiled weakly: "I'm fine; you and mom shouldn't worry about me."
