Inside the cafe, two people sat opposite each other. Lu Qingyi was stirring her coffee quietly, head lowered in silence.
Lu Mohai was staring at Lu Qingyi, his guilt intensifying with every second.
"Qingyi..."
Lu Mohai took a deep breath as he called her name, his voice laden with guilt and affection.
This was his daughter, his flesh and blood, his child with Ruan Qingyang.
Lu Mohai was uncertain of his feelings at that moment - perhaps they consisted more of guilt than of joy.
"Hmm."
Lu Qingyi did not raise her head, her gaze still focused on her coffee, her expression nonchalant.
Speechless.
"How are you doing now?"
Lu Mohai asked as he glanced at Lu Qingyi, unsure of what else to say.
He couldn't get any details about Lu Qingyi's life as it now was.
"Not bad."
Lu Qingyi continued to lower her head.
Her life was okay, not great, but not terrible either, just ordinary.
"I'm sorry for what happened in the past."
