She was partially touched, but mostly sad because her father had fallen for another auntie, and the person deep within his heart was no longer her mother.
Large drops of tears started falling into her rice bowl.
Song Chuyi watched her for a while. He placed his chopsticks down and reached out to pull her into his embrace.
Changqing's tears stained his shirt wet and she said with a hoarse voice, "… say… if one day… I were to pass away too… would you… after a short while… marry another woman too…"
Before she finished, her forehead was flicked.
Song Chuyi's brows were tightly knitted but his tone was gentle. "Don't say this kind of silly thing. I think you will definitely age to be an old lady."
"I don't want to be an old lady." Changqing sniffed. "Old ladies are ugly."
"When you become an old lady, I will also become an old man. I won't be any better off," Song Chuyi said while wiping away the tears on her face.
