Nan Mufeng walked out of the hospital without driving, drifting aimlessly along with the crowd.
He and Jian Xi had already been through so much, they weren't afraid of a little more. But their son…
Thinking of Little Pumpkin, a sharp pain gripped Nan Mufeng's heart.
He only wished for him to be an ordinary person, to spend his whole life happy and carefree. This Special Ability that had been forcibly added onto him would probably burden him for life!
Just like him…
"What are you making a fuss for? Come home with me. I don't even despise you, so what are you acting up about?"
Suddenly, a burst of arguing drifted into his ears. Nan Mufeng stopped walking; ahead, an elderly couple was quarreling.
"I'm acting up? How am I the one acting up? I have a terminal illness. I ran away from home because I didn't want to drag you down with me!"
"You idiot, you think I don't know? I found out you had a terminal illness half a year ago."
"Then why didn't you tell me?"
