"After all this time, you still remember; your memory is really good," Luo Xiaoqian remarked with amazement.
Mr. Leng smiled, but remained silent.
Back then, he was always busy, sometimes too busy to return home even once in a month.
Both children felt distant from him, and because of his personality, he wasn't one to actively seek their approval. Instead, he could only observe them quietly from the sidelines—whether they had grown taller, what they liked to play with, what they liked to eat... He took care to remember every detail.
"Mr. Leng..." two nurses arrived, pushing a gurney into the room, "It's time for your surgery."
"All right." Mr. Leng said as he stood up with their help and lay down on the gurney, "Xiaoqian, we'll talk more later."
A few of them followed the nurses, pushing him out of the ward, quickly heading to the third-floor operating room.
