After Wen Zhehan heard that, he thought of Wandou, whom he had met at the hotel that night. He thought of Wandou's familiar face and felt an indescribable sense of familiarity. He seemed to have found the answer now.
"You mean… your daughter… she is…"
Wen Zhehan could not believe it. He was so excited that tears were flowing out of his eyes and his voice was a little choked.
He could not believe that his daughter, who had died 26 years ago, was still alive and had always been by their side.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sir. It's all our fault for being so selfish and letting the child suffer for so many years. If you want to blame someone, blame me!"
Wan Dehai kept apologizing and was filled with regret.
"Forget it. How could I blame you guys? You guys took good care of the child and treated her as your own. I should be grateful."
