Qingluo's expression didn't betray much sorrow, but the sense of loss lingering in her eyes couldn't be brushed away.
"Qingluo, the voice you heard earlier might be because you subconsciously want to see your parents so badly, this obsession might have led you to imagine hearing it," Chen Feng said in a soft voice.
"It's not a hallucination," Qingluo replied. "I believe that voice was real. Perhaps my father misses me too, so he called out to me from a faraway place."
"Hmm, I believe."
Chen Feng nodded.
Now, no matter what, he had to soothe Qingluo's emotions first.
Qingluo gave Chen Feng a deep look, and then said as she got up, "I'll go to my room and be alone for a while."
"I'll walk you there."
"No need, you can stay with grandfather."
Qingluo walked away quickly.
Chen Feng didn't joke around with Qingluo this time, instead, he gave a bitter smile.
"Grandson, let's just let her be. Come, let's chat," Chen Zhan said as he pulled Chen Feng to sit down.
