Josie Reed stared at him, unable to suppress the tears welling up in her eyes anymore, they fell in an instant.
"Eric, you haven't changed at all..." He has maintained himself very well and didn't seem to have aged since she left.
Time was running fast, and she was already in her forties. But he still seemed timeless, as if he was the same good housekeeper who looked at her as his daughter more than twenty years ago.
"Miss!" Eric finally regained his senses and rushed forward. When Josie Reed reached out her hand, he firmly grasped it.
It is said that men should not shed tears lightly, but his eyes were also turning red.
"Eric... How are my parents doing?" Josie Reed could no longer hold back her tears. Yet, as she spoke, she couldn't bring herself to call them dad or mom.
Eric was taken aback and suddenly fell silent. Josie Reed felt his arm tremble, and grief immediately filled his eyes.
