This was the first time Zhang Xiaofan truly saw what his parents looked like.
He stared at the photo for a full ten minutes.
Tears had already dampened his cheeks.
That complex emotion was beyond Zhang Xiaofan's control.
Though he felt both love and hate, the body and hair are inherited from one's parents.
It was they who brought him into this world.
The longing and love in his heart always outweighed the hate.
With the photo and letter in hand, Zhang Xiaofan stepped into his grandfather Zhang Dalei's room.
Over the years, Zhang Dalei didn't talk much about it, nor did he mention his own parents.
But Zhang Xiaofan knew just how many nights and how many times his grandfather must have missed and called out for them.
Time flies, and the years change.
Such matters had already been deeply buried in the old man's heart.
"Grandpa, do you know about my mom's situation?"
Zhang Xiaofan asked directly.
Zhang Dalei shook his head.
