Just thinking about it made Jing Ting's heart ache dully, and the little goodwill he had left for Zhuo Jing completely dissipated.
"Ah..." He sighed softly.
His voice was heard by Jing Yan, who was closest to the sickbed.
The young boy turned his head.
He met Jing Ting's eyes.
"Dad?!" Jing Yan's expression was blank, somewhat unable to comprehend.
He rubbed his eyes and found that his dad had indeed opened them.
"Wow! Dad, you've finally woken up, you scared Yanyan to death..."
The boy's emotions collapsed instantly, and he threw himself beside the bed, grabbing Jing Ting's hand and crying softly.
Unlike some other children who would cry noisily, fearful of disturbing his family, he tried to suppress his sobs, with tears falling drop by drop, a heart-wrenching sight.
Lin Tang felt that Jing Yan, his little brother, was completely different from what he had imagined.
Being the youngest of the Jing Family, he should have been lively, unruly...
How has he become so sensible?