"Mr. Situ, are you all right?" Jiang Lin looked at him worriedly.
Situ Xin shook his head, his throat growing drier.
"Situ Yu..." he muttered his daughter's name over and over, his eyes suddenly reddening.
His daughter, the daughter he hadn't seen in decades.
"Your mom, is she all right?"
At this, Jiang Lin's expression darkened, "Old gentleman, were you and my mom acquaintances?"
Situ Xin asked again, "Do you have a photo of your mom on you, may I see it?"
"Old gentleman!" Jiang Lin's voice turned stern, unless Mr. Situ had his daughter, his current behavior was an invasion of someone else's privacy.
"Yes, I'm sorry..." Situ Xin came back to his senses, his trembling hand pulling out a yellowed, crumpled photo from his chest pocket and carefully handing it to Jiang Lin.
Jiang Lin looked at the family of three in the photo, then at Situ Xin. It was certain that the handsome young man in the photo was Situ Xin, but who were the young girl and the little girl she was holding?
