C158 She's in Despair

A hand reached over and wiped the tears from her face. That hand was warm. It belonged to her father. Ling's father also stood beside her bed. His tone was filled with pain and pity, "Zisu, Don't think so much about it now. We'll talk about it when we're done. You're still young... "

He seemed to be unable to continue. His throat choked and Zisu felt even more uncomfortable