"The doctor said the situation is still not optimistic. We should be prepared mentally." Tang Yige's voice was hoarse as she spoke.
Tang Yuwen's eyelids twitched, and his breathing followed suit, becoming more rapid.
Tang Yige looked at Tang Yuwen's slightly trembling profile and asked softly, "Dad, are you afraid?"
Tang Yuwen suddenly opened his eyes, staring sharply at Tang Yige.
"All her life, my mom has been serving you, going along with you. In front of you, my mom has always acquiesced without a word of defiance.
My mom quietly kept the house in perfect order, clean and tidy, allowing you to focus entirely on your artistic career without any worries.
At home, even if you wanted a drink of water, it was my mom who brought it to you, placing it right by your hand.
If my mom doesn't pull through this time, have you thought about how you'll live your life without her? Can you manage?"
Tang Yige spoke calmly, her voice gentle, restraining all sharpness as she reasoned.
