Thinking of this, a daze came over Su Xingyue and, for some reason, her nose felt sour.
"Where is he now... where is he at this moment?"
She looked towards Elder Yun, anxiously asking.
The man in the painting, where was he now.
"…" Her question was met with a period of silence from Elder Yun.
His aged face was now filled with sorrow and distress.
Seeing the expression on his face, Su Xingyue suddenly understood something.
A wave of discomfort washed over her…
Just then, the man beside her suddenly stretched out his hand, pulling her into his embrace.
Su Xingyue raised her head to glance at Nan Yuling, her face somewhat pale.
So, she would still not be able to meet her own biological father?
But she didn't understand, was this really the truth her mother had kept hidden from her all this time, telling her that Mo Wenhua was her father?
Nan Yuling frowned but simply held her, not saying much else.
