Hua jingxun did not know her father at all. She did not even know his name.
It had been twenty years, and she didn't even know if her father was still alive.
She felt that her mother had never mentioned her father's life, perhaps because her father had died.
But now, when Xie lingye told her about this speculation, her heart was suddenly in a state of turmoil, and she could not calm down for a long time.
If his father was still alive, why didn't he come to find his mother?
She didn't care about her feelings, because she didn't have any feelings for her father.
She did not know what fatherly love was.
However, she remembered her mother's hard work. When she was young, her mother had been scrimped and saved for her school fees, for her to buy good food, and for many other things.
Her mother was trying her best to give her what people of her age could have.
Her mother was always afraid that she would be wronged.
