After hearing Song Ning's words, Regiment Commander Chen trembled and slowly straightened himself, bracing his hands on the wheelchair's armrests.
A spark of life returned to his vacant eyes.
"You mean... that child... her life wasn't all for nothing!"
"Yes! What you need now is to take good care of yourself! You could also try... accepting Yu Zhengyang! He'll treat you both as his own parents! If Chen Yuting were still alive, her greatest wish would surely be for her parents to be well! The bond between parents and children doesn't disappear just because one of them passes away first! Living well is the greatest comfort the living can offer the dead."
As Regiment Commander Chen listened, the corners of his mouth slowly lifted, but two trails of tears slid from his deeply sunken eyes.
Thud-
A sound came from behind them.
Song Ning turned and saw Yu Zhengyang standing there in a daze, the bag he had been carrying already on the ground.
He had set off for Rong City at about the same time as Song Ning, but he had taken the train and only just arrived.
He wiped away his tears and called softly, "Sister Ning! Comrade Han!"
Then he picked up his bag, walked over to Regiment Commander Chen, and said, "It's windy out here! Let me wheel you back to your room!"
Regiment Commander Chen neither agreed nor refused.
Yu Zhengyang glanced back at Song Ning, then silently pushed Regiment Commander Chen's wheelchair toward the Inpatient Department.
They hadn't gone far when Regiment Commander Chen suddenly turned and called to Song Ning.
"Song!"
Song Ning hurried over.
"Yu Ting... she was never good at drawing, even as a child! She liked simple sketches! As few strokes as possible! And she was terribly delicate and afraid