Gu Nanqiao turned away, her eyes filled with lingering bitterness, "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore."
Huo Jingting nodded weakly; the death of Huo Xiong left him overwhelmed with mixed emotions, as if many things were no longer all that important.
As for whether he ever truly existed in his father's heart, it no longer mattered.
...
Shen Xianyu lay unconscious, carried back to her hospital room to receive IV fluids, and Huo Jingyan stayed by her side inside.
He couldn't leave, so Huo Jingting had to make arrangements for Huo Xiong's funeral.
Inside the ward, Huo Jingyan stayed by the bedside without a moment's leave, his narrow eyes filled with blood-red streaks.
He held his head in his hands, his shoulders slightly hunched, the sadness and grief in his eyes unmistakable.
Since birth, he had been treasured in his parents' palms; everyone knew he was the rightful heir of the Huo Family's Eastern Palace, known that he was Huo Xiong's most beloved and cherished son.
