He Ximei's words were meant to comfort Xiaofeng as well as Guaizi.
This was only something Luo Yuzhu had mentioned, who knew how much of it was true or false.
To Xiaofeng, whether Luo Yuzhu was her real mother or not, she didn't have much of a feeling. She turned around, took Guaizi's arm, and softly called out, "Dad."
Old Guaizi listened to her voice and it took quite a while before he looked up, his eyes murky as he gazed at Xiaofeng, with small teardrops visible and deep wrinkles etched into his aged and yellowed face.
He stared blankly at Xiaofeng, as if he saw not only her but also someone else through her.
"Dad." Xiaofeng, seeing his expression, felt a pang of heartache and called out softly again.
"Guaizi." Guaizi's silent, motionless demeanor equally frightened He Ximei.
Su Old Guaizi suddenly crouched on the ground, covering his face as he started to cry—have you ever seen a grown man cover his face and cry on the ground?
Xiaofeng had not seen it before.
