Qin Zhen answered Ma Zhixuan's call, and the latter was sobbing and apologizing on the other end.
But Qin Zhen, expressionless, stood outside the emergency room's incubator, watching his son, so small and alone inside the tiny incubator.
Unforgivable.
Even if Qin Zhen could forgive Ma Zhixuan, every time he saw his son so tiny, struggling on the brink of life and death in such a harsh world...
Qin Zhen simply couldn't forgive Ma Zhixuan on behalf of his son.
Without a word, he hung up on Ma Zhixuan, his eyes brimming with thin tears, and asked Xin Qiuru standing beside him,
"It's been over ten days, how's my son doing?"
"He's growing little by little; don't worry too much."
Xin Qiuru and Qin Zhen stood in front of the glass wall, and she opened her mouth, hesitating because some things were not easy to say in front of Qin Zhen.
To speak them would be cruel.
