Song Qinghuan widened her eyes in shock, "What did you just say? Shi Yuhuan, he ..."
"Even though I have many grandsons, I have high hopes for Yuhuan. The future of the Shi family can only be inherited by him. I hope he lives well and is not so cold anymore." While saying this, Shi Xiuren took several heavy sighs.
At this moment, Song Qinghuan no longer sees him as the formidable figure who transverses the black and white landscape, but just a pitiful man in his waning years.
He said again, "My child, this now depends on you!"
"I ..." Song Qinghuan stuttered, not knowing how to respond.
She should tell this old man the real relationship between her and Shi Yuhuan; that it's not as he imagines, and that he can't rely on her; she can't provide any warmth to Shi Yuhuan.
