C12 What Should I Do Tomorrow

This night, either painful or sad, or worried, is finally over.

The rising sun was rising from the east, but Father Lin was wearing a gloomy expression. For the whole night, his daughter's phone was not working. Mother Lin, who was sitting beside him, seemed to have aged dozens of years in one night. The wrinkles on her forehead piled up and formed a river. She asked in a hoarse voice