In the past six years, Shen Zhongming has been hoping for a miracle at every moment.
The miracle finally occurred, and he was so overcome with emotion that tears poured out of his eyes, leaving him unable to speak through his sobs.
Seeing Shen Zhongming in front of her with tears streaming down his face, Shen Cheng couldn't help but be touched.
Back when her mother died, she hadn't seen him shed a single tear, yet today he broke down because his brother's condition had improved.
This showed the immense pain and torment he had been bearing all these years.
Shen Cheng's eyes were also reddening, but she stubbornly refused to let a tear fall in front of him.
She sniffled, tried to compose herself, and then grabbed a roll of toilet paper and threw it at Shen Zhongming.
"Crying at your age, aren't you ashamed? I'm embarrassed for you. Hurry up and wipe those tears."
Her voice was cold, devoid of any warmth, as if it could freeze everything around her.
