The old man was now completely immobile, only able to ingest liquid food. Although this room was not an ICU of later generations, all the patients here were in similar critical condition, barely clinging to life with liquid nourishment. He couldn't speak, but his eyes conveyed too much. He likely knew his days were numbered, so when he saw only her come over—Gong's mother not by his side—he made questioning sounds.
Gong Mingxia fetched some hot water and used a towel to apply heat to his legs, speaking while she did so.
"Father, Mom's tired. She fell asleep at the place I'm renting. Don't worry, I'll stay with you tonight. I won't leave you both during this time. I'll make you lots of delicious food to make up for all the years I've neglected you."
The deeply sunken eyes of Mr. Gong slowly shook his head, seemingly saying that it wasn't she who owed them anything; it was they, as parents, who owed her.
