Gu Nianzhi looked at Lu Jin quietly, as if she was listening to something that had nothing to do with her.
She thought to herself, she had forgotten everything that had happened before she was 12 years old. How wonderful it had been since the day she had met Huo Shaoheng.
But she had listened to every word that Lu Jin had said.
She had memorized every word carefully.
That was when she was young. Although she couldn't remember it, it didn't stop her from piecing together her childhood from other people's stories.
Looking at Lu Jin's guilty and eager face, Gu Nianzhi breathred a sigh of relief. She reached for the napkin on the bedside table, took it, and gently wiped it off Lu Jin's face.
She wiped the tears from his face, just like when she was young.
She asked, "Then are you really my father?"
