I knelt in front of my father, holding the medicine bowl in my hand high, I wanted him to take the medicine and let him rest, but he was really angry, buried his head in the music, completely ignoring my existence.

I don't know if my father read the contents of the piece, because I couldn't hear the sound of the paper turning for a long time, the medicine was already cold, and my hanging arm was getting more and more sore, but he never looked up.

The bowl shook even more violently, and the medicine juice had already splashed on my hands, and tears rolled in my eyes, but I still held on, stubbornly raising my arms.

The candle beside me was burning quietly, and suddenly there was a "pop" sound, and my father sighed, and finally took the medicine bowl in my hand and drank it slowly.

Chapter 21 of "Song of the Desert" What is the melancholy of the empty space is in the hand, please wait a while,

Once the content is updated, please refresh the page again to get the latest updates!