Those memories, those suppressed pains in my heart, finally made me cry uncontrollably on the day my father woke up.
That year, she quietly picked up pocket money from selling bottles at school and bought a cake for her sister. Feng Xinjing snatched it away, but she didn't cry.
That day, she was taunted and beaten by Yuan Luyi at school. She gritted her teeth and watched numbly.
There were many times when she didn't dare to get sick or have a fever because she was afraid that if she left like this, what would happen to her father and sister
There were too many, and Feng Sujin also cried when she couldn't control her emotions. She didn't want to carry those painful and serious illnesses, as it would make her lose her true heart.
She didn't want to let herself become narrow-minded.
No matter how difficult life is, she is willing to persevere and believe in the miracles of the world.
She finally waited for the day when her father woke up.
The more Feng Yi gets to know this daughter, only by letting her put down all her pain can she truly embark on the most glorious and bright journey of her life.
After Feng Sujin cried, she wiped her tears and said, "Dad, I..."
"Jin'er, crying is a way to vent. Dad only wants you and your sister to be happy."
Feng Sujin hugged her father gently like she did when she was a child, leaning on his shoulder, her eyebrows were crooked, and there were tears in her eyes, but they were as bright and burning as those washed after the rain, and the pain and suffering had faded away. Bright, the best way to illuminate everything.
Feng Yiyue had just woken up and couldn't talk too much. Feng Sujin was all talking. The sun shone in the ward, shining on the father and daughter, giving them the softest halo.
…
Jun Mohan stood outside the whole time. He heard Feng Sujin's painful and heartbreaking cries inside, and he could only close his eyes to block the endless love inside.
His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, and he struggled to endure the waves of emotions. He had an urge to hold her in his arms, wipe away her tears, and wipe away her pain.
Jun Mohan's breathing felt a little heavy at this time.
His heart was trembling, for the person who had been hurt but still maintained his kindness, and the person he loved, his wife.
His throat rolled dryly, and then he let out a deep sigh, the voice hidden in his heart, "Ajin, please cry this time."
After this time, he could never see her tears again, because it would burn his heart and all his reason.
At this moment, he had to endure his heartache and impulse, and not go to her side to accompany her and care for her.
That was the space that belonged to their father and daughter. He waited silently, leaving them time.
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Inside the house, the father and daughter talked a lot, and then laughter gradually spread, as if all the haze dissipated, revealing large swaths of sunshine.
Feng Sujin thought of her sister, quickly picked up her phone and clicked on the video that Jun Mohan had sent to her.
"Dad, this is a video of my sister living in Nanliu No. 1 Middle School. She is fine now. Dad can wake up. I also hope that my sister can become normal again."
Feng Yiyue sighed in his heart. He and his wife wanted to send Feier to Nanliu No. 1 Middle School at the beginning, but they were not cruel enough to let go. However, it was indeed suitable for a child like Feier, and it might help her become normal as soon as possible.
The more Feng Yi looked at the phone, he saw Feng Yifei's daily life.
Since Feng Sufei was sent to Nanliu No. 1 Middle School, she has been carefully cared for every day by someone who teaches her many things. They discover her preferences based on her daily life and try to stimulate their hidden abilities and return her to normal.
Although Feng Sufei is as sane as a child, she is also interested in things, that is, she is interested in knives and guns.