She didn't know how to comfort him, so she stayed quietly by his side.
This night felt especially long, yet it was actually very short.
When the morning light crept in and reached Bo Mu's black and white photograph, Bo Yanching, who was sitting on the meditation mat, moved and poured a glass of wine into the empty cup in front of him.
The cup was full, and the bottle was empty.
He walked over to Bo Mu, clinked his glass with Bo Mu's, and downed it in one go.
After finishing, he placed the glass next to him and said in a low voice, "I'm leaving, Dad."
He had said his goodbyes; this would be the last time, and from now on, they would never meet again.
"Sir."
Han Che came in, "Bo Li is causing a scene at the main gate."
Bo Yanching raised his eyebrows, "How's he causing a scene?"
"He brought his son, lying on a stretcher, right in front of your grandfather's villa, making a big fuss. Maternal Auntie Wen is trying to persuade him."
