At last, Mo Nanze finally pushed open that door.
On the hospital bed, Lu Yinfeng lay quietly.
Many tubes were connected to Lu Yinfeng's body, and the machines were beeping.
Her slender body barely lifted the blanket, her skin pale as cold porcelain.
Mo Nanze dared not come closer.
She seemed so fragile as if a breeze could blow her away.
Lu Yinfeng felt something and slowly lifted her eyelids.
"Nanze?" she whispered faintly.
Mo Nanze quickly walked over, crouching beside the bed, "Yinfeng, I'm here…"
"Nanze, where's my father?" Lu Yinfeng asked very calmly.
"He…" Mo Nanze choked up.
A tear slid from the corner of Lu Yinfeng's eye.
Last night, Lu Zheng had taken his last breath in her arms—how could Lu Yinfeng not know!
Lu Yinfeng's chest heaved violently, causing waves of pain in her abdomen.
"Nanze, my father is gone… I am an orphan now…" Lu Yinfeng couldn't help but sob.
"He was apologizing to me before he died... Why? I hadn't even had the chance to forgive him..."