The man's expression turned blank, and he dazedly said, "That's right, that did happen. We are already dead. Then what about our daughter? Is she alive?"
"Oh, right." Recalling something, the man turned to look at Yun Luofeng. "You say you are our daughter, then how many years has it been since we died?"
Pain gripped Yun Luofeng's heart. "20 years."
"It's been 20 years, huh." The man looked like he was reminiscing the past, and a smile rose on his face. "So time passes by this quickly. It's already been 20 years… No wonder our daughter is so big."
His voice contained helplessness, regret, and also… deep pain.
"You are really… Xiao Feng'er?" The woman floated to Yun Luofeng before looking at the man beside her. "He is your husband?"
