Dandelion's Promise

When Jiang Chen walked out of the hospital building, it was already dark.

The air quality in Capital City was truly disappointing. The night sky seemed shrouded in a hazy layer, dull and gray. Despite this, the incessant honking of car horns and the countless lights that stretched beyond sight still showcased the prosperity of this national capital of Shenzhou.

"Your dad's in good spirits, you don't have to worry."

Without calling, Jiang Chen had simply sent that message to the grand dame.

Frankly, the conversation he had with Shi Zhenhua just now had given him much to think about.

The other man had started from scratch, and the ups and downs of his life were obviously beyond Jiang Chen's comparison.

Their states of mind, too, were different.

The composure following a serious injury alone made him feel ashamed.