Song Qingyu shook her head and sat down on the steps.
Her voice seemed to have been washed by water, clear yet with an indelible hoarseness.
"I was mentally prepared for the fact that Zhang Lan wasn't my biological mother. I just didn't expect that the father who loved me so much wasn't my biological father."
Song Qingyu raised her head slightly, but the mist in her eyes could not dissipate.
She seemed to have returned to her childhood.
At that time, her father was still alive, but he was very busy, traveling on business all over the country. But even so, every time he came back, he would bring her a lot of new and interesting gadgets.
"Sometimes, it's candied haws, sometimes, it's beautiful clothes, and sometimes, it's strange little gadgets." Song Qingyu's eyes sparkled. When she talked about her father, it was as if the stars were shining. "He was like a magician, always able to conjure something out of his body. So, when I was a child, what I looked forward to most was his return..."
Song Qingyu suddenly lowered her head, and a tear fell to the ground: "But suddenly one day, he never came back, but he clearly made an appointment with me, promising to come back!"
She turned around and threw herself into Gu Hanxing's arms, crying unrestrainedly, like a helpless child who finally found a safe haven: "Why do you think he broke his promise? Why?"
Gu Hanxing looked at Song Qingyu lying in his arms. Her tears wet his suit little by little, and seeped into his heart little by little, making him feel so painful that he almost suffocated.
He raised his hand and gently stroked Song Qingyu's silky long hair.
I wish I could transfer her pain to myself.
However, at this moment, a sharp ringing of a bell broke the rare atmosphere of companionship.
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