Seeing Wei Zhao looking sickly and silent.
Wei Shouzhong felt even more heartbroken.
——"You used to love talking, so much that every time you spoke, it gave your dad a headache. Why aren't you saying a word now?"
——"You must be blaming your dad, for being incapable back then and letting you suffer so much."
——"But your mother only has eyes for you. She tries to talk to you, why don't you respond?"
Wei Zhao didn't reply.
Wei Shouzhong helped out by answering.
——"Is it because the wound hurts? Naturally, you don't feel like talking if you're not in good spirits."
Soon.
——"Don't you like the food? Your mother specially stewed it. The meat you loved most as a child, has your taste changed?"
Wei Zhao didn't respond.
Wei Shouzhong continued to assist.
——"Well, I must be muddle-headed. It's normal that things change over the years. You weren't as handsome as Ah Yu when you were little, but now I'm a bit confused. Is such a handsome young man really my Lang?"
