"Dad, I made some crucian carp soup for you, have a taste, it's really fresh."
On the weekend, Wen Nuan made some soup and brought it to the hospital. As soon as she entered the ward, she cheerfully placed the soup down and boasted to Wen Qingyan, "I bought this wild crucian carp from a few elderly uncles who were fishing, smell it, isn't it fragrant?"
"Yes, it does smell good." Wen Qingyan lightly sniffed, squinting his eyes, but the joy in his handsome eyes was less than usual. He looked at Wen Nuan and after a long while, gently sighed.
"Dad, what's wrong?" Wen Nuan ladled some soup for Wen Qingyan, asking cluelessly.
Wen Qingyan took a breath, looking at her with increasing seriousness, "Dad wants to ask you something, answer honestly."
Wen Nuan's heart tightened, "What is it?"
