"Really?" The old man jumped up, nearly hitting the crystal chandelier above his head, his voice filled with surprise.

"Where is the fairy? Take Dad to see her quickly. I've lived my whole life and never seen a fairy before."

Miyano released her hands from her forehead, raised her eyes, and her still-red eyes held a half-smile.

"Yes! I found her. She's the one you said would be my stepmother and Feng Bai's step-grandmother."

Feng Guang: ? ? ?

On the verge of tears, he grabbed his son's right hand, which was resting on the armrest and had turned white. "No, listen to me, Dad was just joking to make you happy."

Miyano knew the old man was teasing him, but he wasn't in a good mood today. An indescribable emotion was swirling in his heart, making it painful to even breathe.

"For ten years, I had no news of her whereabouts. Driven by obsession, I searched and searched, just wanting to find her and know if she was alright."

But when the dream became reality, and that person appeared vividly before my eyes, I found myself shamefully wanting more.

I want to go with her to a place where no one else is around, I want to spend the rest of my life with her, I want her eyes to hold only me.

Feng Guang's eyes reddened, and his large hand, which was gripping the foot of the bed, clenched tightly. Those damned Japanese devils who should have been wiped out long ago!

For ordinary people, the simple wish to hold hands and grow old with their loved ones is an unattainable luxury for Miyano.

He doesn't have much time left to live!

But he knew his son's ideas were too extreme, and what he needed to do was neither indulge him nor hate and distance himself from him. His son had suffered too much and needed proper guidance and understanding.

He suppressed the tears welling in his eyes: "What do you plan to do? Hide the truth and deceive your lesbian into marriage?"