Saying goodbye after a journey of a thousand miles is an inevitable occurrence.
As she watched Lu Jiang gradually recede into the distance, stepping into the railway station, Feng Qingxue's heart was filled with a sense of desolation. She stood still for a while only to turn her head and witness Lu Father with his back turned so as not to see Lu Jiang's retreating figure, constantly wiping his face with his hand, his slender body slightly shaking.
Think about it, the old man doesn't want to part with his only son, does he?
Lu Father, after all, had experienced multiple partings, and it did not take him long to regain his composure, reverting to how he was before. If you didn't look closely, you couldn't tell his eyes had turned red.
"Let's go back, it's so cold, don't let our little girl get cold."
The 'little girl' he was referring to was none other than Feng Qingyun, who promptly rewarded him with a broad smile.
