The man saw his daughter crying so heartbreakingly and immediately held her even tighter. He was becoming weaker and weaker and could hardly stand. Helpless, he had no choice but to hold his daughter and sit back in the car, frantically wiping the crystal-clear tears from her face and weakly comforting her, "Huanhuan, don't cry, Daddy's fine."
The girl stared at him with big eyes, and seeing that his lips had already lost their color, she began to cry even harder, "Daddy's lying! Daddy must be sick, boo hoo hoo, Huanhuan doesn't want Daddy to be sick! Daddy, can you please not be sick? Let Huanhuan be sick for Daddy!"
At her words, the man's heart suddenly ached. He held his daughter tightly, resting his chin on the top of her head, feeling her small, soft body, his eyes gradually becoming wet. Since his wife died, he hadn't cried, but now he couldn't hold it back anymore.
