Chi Cheng's heart was alleviated from all the bewildering burdens and the dark sea of memories which drowned his thoughts. When he discovered his father was the instigator of Han Xuelian's prompted affections and favours, he felt a hurtful sense of betrayal wash over him.
However, now that his father stood before him with his pleasantly affectionate smile and open arms, Chi Cheng's bitter feelings towards him faded.
Ambling out of the infirmary bed, Chi Cheng rushed to his father. Towering a few inches over Chi Cheng, Feng Renxing embraced his eldest son wholeheartedly.
Chi Cheng didn't understand why a swirling tempest of his emotions rushed to the surface when he saw his father, but one thing was for certain and that was Feng Renxing's embrace was a harmonious haven the young male had been seeking.
"Ah-Xin," Feng Renxing uttered his son's name tenderly, delicately brushing a hand down the back of Chi Cheng's hair. "Did you miss me that much?"
