When they arrived inside the tallest building, Pillar was crouching beside the bed, looking at the old man lying on it. The old man was now skin and bones, his clouded eyes fixed on Pillar before him.
"Father."
Pillar gripped the old man's hand with both hands. A burly man standing over six feet tall, he was crying like a child.
The moment Naya pushed open the door, she saw this scene. She hurried to the old man's side, knelt beside Pillar, and looked at him.
"Father."
Naya felt for the old man's breathing, then hurriedly pulled out a large basket of herbs from beneath his bed. She had painstakingly gathered every one of them for her father.
"Little sister, why are you here?"
Pillar looked at Naya beside him, then at Stone in the distance, and let out a helpless sigh.
With their father in this state, he clearly had not wanted Naya to know.
When it came to familial affection, Naya was the one most devoted to their father.
Yet all the herbs Naya had been using had done nothing for him.
"Father, this should help you. This one will help you."
Naya took out herb after herb from the basket and held them to her father's mouth.
The old man looked at Naya with gentle eyes and lightly shook his head.
Then he slowly raised his hand, placing his withered palm atop Naya's head and patting her gently.
After that, he gently lifted Pillar's hand and placed it over Naya's.
Seeing his father's actions, Pillar immediately understood. With tears in his eyes, he looked at his father and said, "Father, rest assured. I'll definitely take good care of my little sister."
Hearing Pillar's words, the old man nodded lightly, then turned to look toward the doorway.
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