Dear Mr. Shi

Han Qianqian said, she put her hand on her father's chest, and then helped him follow the breath again and again.

Han Wen looked at his daughter with his mouth tilted, his eyes sad and helpless, and full of affection and reluctance.

His eyes gradually moistened, and finally the tears almost shed again.

His gaze moved slowly, and then looked straight at Shi Yuhan, with a pleading look in his eyes, watching Shi Yuhan, then turned his eyes to look at Han Qianqian, and finally put it on Shi Annuo.

After a while, look back at the time to keep out the cold.

Shi Yuhan looked cold and asked softly: "Uncle Han, I know what you mean, you want Cici to marry Anno, let me take good care of them and protect them, right?"

"Uhhh~~" Hang Wen continued to make this weird sound.

Shi Yuhan nodded, his sullen voice firm: "Don't worry, Anno is my younger brother, and I promised my mother to take good care of him. As for Cici, she married Anno, so naturally, no If you need to confess, I will take care of her like Anno."

Han Wen was a little excited and blinked in relief.

He moved the corners of his lips, as if he wanted to smile at Shi Yuhan, but before he laughed, his whole face suddenly twisted, and the intense pain made him twitch uncontrollably.

"Dad," Han Qianqian stared in horror, and quickly held Han Wen's hand: "Don't be excited, the doctor said you must not have mood swings!"

Hangeul panting heavily, his chest rising and falling sharply, his eyes fixed on Shi Yuhan, without blinking, as if he was talking with Shi Yuhan, he still had something to say.

Shi Yuhan sat down by the bed and looked at his hand as if he wanted to raise it, but he couldn't.

His eyes sank slightly, Shi Yuhan suddenly took Han Wen's hand from Han Qianqian's hand.

Hangeul's panting became worse, and trembling fingers flicked in Shi Yuhan's palm.

That's writing.

I don't know if it was written, Shi Yuhan's eyes began to be a little confused, staring at the Korean intently.

Behind him, his other hand clenched his fist against his lips and twisted his brow.

Regaining his senses, seeing the Korean language seemed almost impossible, Shi Yuhan immediately turned his head and looked at Han Qianqian: "Call a doctor!"

Without waiting for Han Qianqian's action, Shi Annuo had already pressed the call clock, while Han Qianqian knelt to the bed, lying next to Han Wen, crying and calling him: "Dad, Dad..."

When the doctor hurried in, Han Wen smiled, as if he had confessed everything he wanted to confess.

He raised his hand as if he wanted to touch his daughter's face, but he was stuck in the air.

Then, it fell softly, his smile froze, and his wide-open eyes slowly closed.

"Dad!" Han Qianqian was startled. At that moment, her throat seemed to be pinched, unable to breathe.

The doctor quickly stepped forward, opened Han Wen's eyes, and looked at his dilated pupils.

After a while, he looked at Shi Yuhan, then looked at Han Qianqian, and shook his head.

Han Qianqian shook her head and shouted: "No, no! Dad, you wake up, Dad, don't leave me..."

She covered her mouth and wept bitterly, her voice hoarse, and the screaming sound resounded throughout the building.

Shi Anuo hugged her from behind and hugged her tightly: "Cici, Cici..."

He also shed tears in grief and called Han Qianqian's name to comfort her.

Shi Yuhan's eyes were slightly calm, he looked at Hangeul, then at the palm of his hand, and then slowly clenched his fists.