For a good while.
The old man suddenly became excited.
His body trembled violently, his aged eyes bursting with bright light, and his usually dignified voice was filled with uncontrollable joy:
"It's him! That's his voice! He must be awake! He's... he's really awake..."
By the end, this iron-blooded elder, strict and self-disciplined, for the first time choked up with joy.
Actually, he didn't even need to say it. At the sound of the other voice in the room, Song Qingwan couldn't contain herself and took a few steps forward, rushing to open the door.
The moment the door opened—
The pale man lying on the hospital bed, with his head turned gently smiling at the little girl, instantly came into everyone's view.
They all stopped breathing for a moment.
It seemed that time and illness hadn't left much mark on him.
His eyebrows and eyes were as gentle as ever, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, calm and gentle.
