"Five to six years ago, Xiaoling's adoptive mother was finally ready to appear. Only then did I know the name of the child and what happened after she was born. I heard that she learned oil painting and drew it very well. Unfortunately, when I knew all of this, she went missing. Even her foster mother was unable to find any trace of her."
Senior Zhou took out an old photo from his pocket. It was a picture of Zhou Qingling when she was a teenager. She looked lively and youthful with a smile on her face.
"They said that my daughter had known herself as Zhou since she was little. She knew about her family, her mother and me but she never said that she wanted to see me, her father. I knew that this child hated me, did not want to see me, did not want to acknowledge me, but I wanted to make it up to her. Unfortunately, it's already too late."
