Du Qian nodded, taking a bite of the dumpling and suddenly burst into tears. "Dad, am I too heavy?" she asked, having just heard him panting for breath.
With a sigh, Yuanming replied, "Well, you've grown up. When you were little, I could carry you on my shoulders and still run around the courtyard..."
Du Qian could not control her weeping anymore. "Dad..."
"Why are you crying? Hurry up and eat," Yuanming gently intoned.
Du Qian nodded and filled her mouth with more dumplings. Initially, she was upset upon hearing him talking to Xu Kewei on the phone. But all of a sudden, she realized her father had grown old. Recalling fragments of their shared past, she felt a wave of sympathy for him.
Why should she give him a hard time? His happiness should be the priority.
Du Qian temporarily put her grievances aside. After dinner, they watched TV together, and as the countdown began, Yuanming said, "I'm going to make a call to your aunt."
Du Qian nodded.
