Zhao Xuyang was held by someone from behind, which made him turn his head in surprise.
Then he was even more surprised, his eyes widened, and he stared incredulously at the person holding his arm.
His throat fluctuated, wanting to say something, but no words came out.
"Dad, did you forget me so soon?"
Zhao Xuerong's smile shone like the sunlight, the noon sun glowing on her body, making her appear as if she was radiating light.
"Little Shell?" Zhao Xuyang's throat moved for a while before he managed to squeeze out a few words.
Little Shell was Zhao Xuerong's nickname, a term of endearment used only by family members.
"It's me, Dad," said Zhao Xuerong.
The reason she chose to show herself was seeing Dad's sad look as he turned to look up at the balcony and the sight of Mom sitting there, staring blankly downstairs. She could not wait any longer, not even a moment longer, she wanted to see them, to embrace them.
