When he opened his eyes again, the man in the photo hadn't changed, and he finally despaired. He squatted down, hugged his head, and started to weep softly.
He had just turned thirteen after the new year, so he naturally knew what those photos meant.
Dad had another woman and child outside.
Dad didn't want them anymore.
"Big brother, don't cry. Scum like him isn't worth our tears," Xia Ningxing said as she stood up from the sofa, came to his side, and lifted his tear-stained face to wipe it clean with a tissue.
Big brother looked at the little girl through his tear-blurred eyes, seeing her indifferent yet strong demeanor.
Recalling the meal they had a couple of days ago, which was entirely made up of greens, he suddenly guessed something, "Bao'er, did you already know about Dad having another woman?"
"Mm..."
Xia Ningxing didn't deny it, nodded her head, and threw away the tissue she had used to wipe his face.
