After hearing Chen Feng's words, Sun Xiaorui had a melancholic expression and sighed, "I don't even know when the next time will be?"
Her father's sudden cerebral infarction and collapse had been truly frightening.
If he couldn't wake up, he might never wake up again.
Even if he were fortunate enough to wake up, he might become hemiplegic. In that case, as his daughter, she would certainly need to stay at home with her mother to care for him. How could she travel with Chen Feng then?
Chen Feng also knew that once Sun Xiaorui left, it was unlikely he would ever travel with her again in his lifetime.
One reason was the thorny situation with her father, who might not be able to return to his side for a short time, and the other was that he himself felt his days were numbered. Whether he could make it to the New Year was a question.
Thinking of this, Chen Feng couldn't help but feel melancholic as well.
