Wei Fangyi fully understood his eldest son, and it was because of this understanding that his heart ached even more. Despite his brilliance and exceptional talent, he had always been so low-key that he was almost invisible. Even in death, he didn't want too many people to know.
He wanted to leave quietly.
"Did he say anything?"
Little Wang shook his head.
"I understand!" Wei Fangyi's figure was bent over considerably. Although he grasped his son's wishes, it was impossible for him not to feel heartbroken. His most beloved Wei Qin, after suffering from illness for so many years, had finally left him.
There is nothing sadder in this world than a parent burying their child.
