"Perhaps this is just the nature of father and daughter," no excessive introductions needed, no requirements of this or that proof. "I know you are my father; I know you are my daughter," that was enough.
Wu Xiucai struggled to calm his emotions, and at that moment, the morning breeze that had been blowing from the north suddenly stopped, and the sunlight became warm and comforting, giving the sensation that spring had arrived.
Wu Xiucai opened the family genealogy and flipped to a page towards the back, pointing at the characters there and said softly, "Look, this is your name, Wu Qianyun..."
Han Xianglan repeated in a whisper, "Wu Qianyun?"
"Yes, your name is Wu Qianyun, not Han Xianglan." Wu Xiucai's voice was choked with emotion, "Change your name back, return to Yun City, and kowtow to your mother. She's been going mad missing you..."
Han Xianglan could no longer hold back.
