Giving Love to Dad - Chapter 129 The Fragrance of Blood Sacrifice

The vulnerable man seemed like an infant at this moment, his panicked expression and smile tinged with sorrow. She was slightly surprised; she had an obligation to protect this father who had loved her all his life, who had supported her with his broad shoulders for 20 years. With that, Zou Bei nodded憨憨地; "I'm willing, I'm willing for a lifetime."
Zou Feng lowered his head, raised the back of his hand to wipe away his tears, and said through a nasal murmuring, "I'm sorry... please forgive Dad..."
“Dad should forgive me.” Zou Bei’s lips were a little dry, and her eyes were getting redder. She hesitated and said, “I’m the one who made you worry. I deserve this punishment.”
The man pinched his aching brow, remaining silent for a moment before raising his hand to gently touch her thin cheek, caressing it inch by inch with tender affection. He recalled the scene from that morning—his daughter's panicked expression and soft cries—each memory echoing in his ears. How could he make amends? How could he win her back? To receive even a brief verbal forgiveness was already a blessing he had earned in his lifetime.
After a moment of silence, Zou Feng stood up; "Lie down properly, what do you want to eat? Dad will buy it for you."
"I'm not hungry!" Zou Bei grabbed his sleeve as he was about to leave. "I'm not leaving, Daddy's with me." She didn't want to eat anything right now, she just wanted this person to be under her nose. Perhaps that way, the pain and the fragile pieces in her heart could be pieced back together.
Zou Feng sat back down on the stool, looking tired, and chuckled. "You need to eat. You haven't eaten anything all day." He glanced at the IV drip, which still had a third of its contents left, and helped her put her hand back under the blanket, pressing it down. "I'll be right back, be good." He moved her arm away and added, "I promise."
"Then hurry up," Zou Bei said anxiously; "If it's too far, I won't go. I'll wait for you."
The man squinted slightly, glanced slowly at the door, and smiled. "At the fastest speed." With that, he strode out, his tall figure disappearing through the crack in the door. Only the sound of his footsteps could be heard in the corridor, fading into the distance.
One moment they were laughing, the next, it was as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. The man's soft gaze was filled with sorrow, like cool fingertips gently brushing across their brows. A dull ache shot through her heart, and tears streamed down her face. Stunned, she couldn't understand what was happening. Her fragile heart throbbed with pain. The world was pale, a stark desolation and bleakness in her life, like the heavy snow that year, each flake landing on their shoulders, as if in the blink of an eye, all the chaos and dust had vanished, everything had turned to nothing, leaving only the empty white of the hospital room…
The wind has stopped, but the snow continues to fall, like paper flowers, silently drifting down, a hazy white, a dazzling white, a distant white…
Zou Feng fled the building as quickly as possible, leaving behind the smell of medicine, the sound of crying, and the oppressive atmosphere. He wished he could raise his arm and beat himself up, kick himself a couple of times, to see how great he was, how righteous he was. Pressing his numb chest, he took a deep breath and walked absentmindedly toward the small restaurant.
"Mom?" Mu Qing, arm in arm with the elegant woman, was as always dressed in a high-end suit and leather boots, her cold beauty almost unbearable to look at. She shook the woman's arm and grumbled unhappily, "What are you looking at? Come on, we're starving."
"..." The woman stared stiffly at the departing figure, her face ashen. The remaining sunlight streamed into her collar, and she couldn't help but shiver. Her blood rushed uncontrollably, surging and swelling as if collapsing. She tried her best to hold her breath, but couldn't stop the tears from welling up in her eyes.
"Huh?" Mu Qing looked at the disappearing figure in the distance, puzzled. Had she run into someone she knew? Her face immediately fell, filled with boredom. "Mommy... your precious daughter is really hungry..."
"Ah!" the woman responded hastily; "Go...go eat." She slowly turned and left, a heavy, nagging feeling rising in her heart, a feeling so full it seemed her chest couldn't hold it all. It shouldn't be him, it shouldn't be him...
Zou Feng bought some black chicken soup from Shaxian Snacks, and also took a portion of something light to take home. He didn't care whether it was good or bad, he just wanted to make do for today and figure out what to do for tomorrow. He ran across the road against the wind and hurried back to the ward door. He stopped abruptly at the door, took a deep breath, and gently turned the doorknob.
The person on the bed had clearly been crying; her face was streaked with tears, her eyes were red and swollen, and her body was trembling. Her pitiful expression made Zou Feng's heart clench with pain again. He put down what he was holding and went to wipe away her undried tears. "Don't cry... I bought you chicken soup." In his clear vision, the air was icy cold, and it felt as if ice cubes were embedded in his limbs, pricking him bit by bit. It took him a long time to withdraw his hand. "I'll have the doctor remove the IV drip first."
Zou Bei stared intently, nodding slightly. The man's expression was grave. He called the doctor, listened to a long list of instructions, thanked him repeatedly, and saw him off. He then turned back to help his embarrassed and ashamed daughter up from the bed, propping her up with a pillow. Just as he was about to bring over the box of chicken soup, he heard her weakly say, "Dad... I need to go to the toilet..."
The man's right hand, holding the chicken soup, trembled slightly. His lips moved, but he put it down and went to support the swaying figure, who looked like a tattered piece of paper being tossed about by the wind. He slowly and deliberately scooped her up in his arms, whispering, "I'll carry you..."
Zou Bei's body was tense, her teeth almost grinding to powder. She raised her weak right hand and slowly placed it on the man's neck, curling up tighter in his arms before slowly closing her eyes.
The man, who had been through so much, stayed by the hospital bedside. His daughter, looking exhausted, was fast asleep. His tense nerves relaxed slightly. He clasped his tired cheeks in his hands, took out his phone from his pocket, and saw that the only numbers his daughter had left were for Dingdang, Long Tao, Dad, Nan Qianmo, and Sister Gao. He took the phone and went outside, dialed her classmate's number, explained why Zou Bei hadn't come home that night, and said he would come over the next day. After hanging up, he slid down the wall to the floor and sat there lost in thought.

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