"Alright."
Tongtong rinsed the foam off Wu Nian's head with warm water, the white foam washed clean, and she noticed the white hairs amid Wu Nian's locks. She paused, and her heart suddenly ached.
She said, "Dad, I really like this, every day is so happy."
Tongtong liked being in the Kang family home, because this home was always joyful, always so blessed.
Wu Nian: "As long as you're happy."
Tongtong hesitated for a moment: "But, Dad, you're not happy."
"How could that be, Dad is very happy too."
Tongtong said nothing, she took a towel and wrapped Wu Nian's hair, gently wiped it dry, and after a while, Tongtong asked, "Dad, do you like Ming Mom?"
Wu Nian's faint smile froze, and quickly he said, "Naturally… I like her. I also like Yousheng, Xizeer..."
Tongtong shook her head: "I know, it's different."
Actually, Tongtong was a precocious child, but her heart was kind and pure, her family treated her very well, so she didn't harbor many dark thoughts.
