Si Ye had no intention of appreciating any of this; as he pushed the wheelchair, he was contemplating how to reveal the truth.
Actually, he could say whatever he wanted, since Si Chengye couldn't understand, nor could he even hear his voice.
Si Ye smiled with relief, indeed, there was no one else around, it didn't matter how he said it.
Stopping by a flowerbed, Si Ye sat on it, aligning the wheelchair to face him.
He looked at his father's profile, reached out to hold his hand, and softly said:
"Dad, I have something to say to you. Whether you can hear it or not, please listen quietly as I finish. That matter, I can only tell you, besides you, I cannot tell anyone else. Yet I fear once you know, you might hate me, but keeping it inside is unbearable, if I don't say it, my heart truly feels uncomfortable."
Si Ye lowered his eyes, not daring to look at his father's face.
