"A father shouldn't back away at his daughter's touch," said Yan Huan, holding the sodden cloth. "You are my father. You may not have made me or raised me, but you made Lu Yi, raised him, and educated him. He's the only man in my life to cherish, love, and dote me. Therefore, you are my father as much as his."
Lu Jin sighed, desisting.
"I have some food in my bag, Dad. Here, have some," said Yan Huan, passing her bag to Lu Jin. She had given most of the chocolate and tidbits away to the casualties, and all that remained were two meat buns from that morning and a few snacks.
Lu Jin took the bag but left its contents untouched.
"Please eat something, Dad. You'll need energy. Food aid will come tomorrow," said Yan Huan, looking up. She knew what was on Lu Jin's mind—that was all the food they had, they couldn't possibly distribute or share them. It wouldn't be enough.
