Su Sanlang walked into the hall and immediately froze on the spot. He looked at the woman beside Madam Zhao and was adrift.
He swallowed and choked slightly. "Is Xiaolu back?"
Everyone was quiet.
Su Xiaolu had already stood up and walked towards Su Sanlang. She hugged him gently and wheedled as usual, "Father, I'm back."
Su Sanlang was overjoyed. He almost couldn't hold back his tears. He patted Su Xiaolu's back gently. "It's good that you're back. It's good that you're back."
"Daughter, where have you been all these years? Why can't your eldest brother and second brother find you? Why didn't you come home?"
Su Sanlang choked and asked. In the end, his eyes stung.
It had been almost twelve years since they separated that year. It was a cycle.
The world had changed, and they were afraid. An ordinary parting had become a farewell.
"Father, I'm sorry for making you worry."
Su Xiaolu's nose stung.
