Upon hearing this, Su Yan felt a void in her heart, yet also a sense of relief.
He had forgotten even himself.
Fortunately, he finally forgot about his daughter, whom he hated to the core.
Su Xuehai's gaze was fixed on Su Yan, refusing to look away, as if he were trying to identify something.
Just as Su Yan thought he wouldn't speak and was about to open her mouth, Su Xuehai suddenly made a sound from his throat.
"Yan..."
Su Yan quickly looked up and saw an emotion gradually gathering in his cloudy old eyes. This emotion grew stronger and stronger before being obscured by the mist.
"Yan... Yan".
He struggled to pronounce the name several times before finally managing to say it in full.
Su Yan, whose eyes had been dry, suddenly burst into tears as if her tear acupoint had been struck.
Seeing her like this, Su Xuehai wanted to raise his hand to comfort her, but before he could touch her, he put his hand down because of his concerns.
He gritted his teeth and used his last bit of strength to pronounce the last three words clearly.
"sorry."
"dad!"
Su Yan completely broke down, throwing herself at his bedside like a child who had finally found her home, and bursting into tears.
The cries contained grievances, complaints, and even more regret.
After Su Xuehai left, Su Yan found a booklet in the cabinet in front of his hospital bed while packing his things.
When you open it, it's covered with news articles and photos about her.
Looking at these diverse photos and news articles, they must have been cut from various magazines. He even covered them with a protective film, afraid that handling them too often would damage them.
Looking at the various fingerprints on the membrane, Su Yan suddenly understood the emotion in Su Xuehai's eyes.
That was love.
Su Yan packed up all the wood carvings she had collected over the years and set them on their journey with him.
She looked at the photo on the tombstone and smiled through her tears.
They once hated each other so much, yet they couldn't change the fact that they were so alike.
Su Yan composed herself and slowly stood up.
She turned her head to look at Yi An, Su Xiaoyu, and Yi Kangle standing not far away, and waved with a bright smile.
The past is past; her future awaits her.
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