When Wen Xu'an entered the room, Wen Yiming was already somewhat awake. Worried that Zhao Yali and Wen Xu'an might hold back the truth due to his condition, Wen Yiming remained silent, hoping to hear Wen Xu'an talk about the situation outside and the current state of Wen's.
But Wen Yiming never dreamed that he would hear such words.
Wen's is finished, completely finished...
A lifetime's work ending in such a bleak outcome, especially hearing it from his son, made Wen Yiming feel as if his heart were being squeezed tightly, causing him pain even in breathing.
"Wen, Wen's..."
With the oxygen mask on, Wen Yiming started to speak but couldn't go on. Hearing his voice, Zhao Yali turned around and rushed to his bedside.
"Yiming, don't speak. Rest well, you'll get better, you definitely will..."
Comforting Wen Yiming and herself, Zhao Yali didn't realize that her hands, holding Wen Yiming's, were trembling uncontrollably.
