At seven forty, Lu Mohai walked in and gazed at his daughter Lu Qingyi dressed in her wedding gown, feeling a sudden sourness at the tip of his nose, nearly shedding tears.
"My daughter is really beautiful."
Lu Mohai approached Lu Qingyi, forced a smile, and felt particularly heartbroken seeing her getting married.
His daughter truly was beautiful, just like her mother. He had never seen Ruan Qingyang in a wedding gown.
"You have to come back and visit me more often."
Lu Mohai gently patted Lu Qingyi's shoulder, speaking with deep words.
He was reluctant to let go, but he had to.
He knew Lu Qingyi's choice would bring happiness.
"Okay."
Lu Qingyi wetted her lips and smiled lightly, a subtle undertone of sorrow flashing in her eyes.
Mysteriously, she felt quite upset.
"Come on, give your father a hug."
Lu Mohai opened his arms wide, a smile warmed his eyes.
Lu Qingyi opened her arms and hugged Lu Mohai.
The feeling of her father's embrace; it was so good, so warm.
