Rong Shaoze pursed his lips in silence; Xiaocong's words made him feel a deep sense of sorrow.
His child had grown up without a father and must have often been made fun of by other children.
Whenever they teased him and bragged about their own fathers, how did he feel on the inside?
Thinking about these things filled him with guilt and self-reproach.
His child was the best, and he would give him the very best things in this world.
He embraced Xiaocong in his arms, and the man said with a rare tenderness, "Xiaocong, once your eyes are better, whatever you want to play with, whatever you want to have, Daddy will buy it for you. You're still young now, you don't need to fend for yourself, you can compare who has the cooler daddy with the other kids. When you grow up, you can compete with them on your own terms."
"Oh."
Xiaocong tilted his head, finding it hard to imagine what the world would look like once his sight was restored.
