Father and daughter meet, eyes reddening with emotion.
Mr. Lin turned away to wipe the corner of his eye before turning back to Lin Nianhe, saying, "Hehe, well done."
He had praised her many times over the phone, always wanting to do so in person.
He thought he would have to wait until New Year's, but fate allowed him to see his daughter sooner.
Lin Nianhe flashed a brilliant smile and gave a salute, "Father comrade has taught well!"
"Ha ha ha..."
Mr. Lin's laughter was especially hearty, and as he laughed, his eyes welled up again.
He looked at Lin Nianhe, wanting to say she must have suffered, but on closer inspection, her clothes were clean and thick, her cotton shoes quite new - not the ones from home. It must have been tailor-made by someone else. Her face looked tender and even appeared to have gained some weight...
The word "suffered" seemed hard to utter.
