"You know why I've come this time."
Peng Qing paused when he saw Cai Xing look toward Cai Qiong, then said, "This young man you spoke of might be my last straw. When I received the critical condition notice, I didn't hide it from him."
Cai Xing gave him a puzzled look. He knew the "him" Peng Qing referred to was his son. Sure enough, Peng Qing continued, "That boy… even though he's only in his teens, he understands everything. There's no need to hide things from him. When he heard the news, he showed no emotion at all, as if he'd known all along this would be the outcome. You're a father too. You should understand how I felt. Tell me, after I've struggled my whole life, I end up with this. Was it all worth it?"
The bloodshot veins in Peng Qing's eyes became more pronounced, and Cai Xing even noticed his hands were trembling. In his early years, Peng Qing had spent very little time with his child.
