Meng Qianqian suddenly turned around, her tears scattering in the air like broken pearls.
Each one, crystal clear.
Her eyes were filled with helplessness and confusion, shock and disbelief.
Her vision was already blurred.
All she could see was a commanding figure.
He walked towards her slowly, ten steps, nine steps, eight steps...
He gradually approached.
The clouds finally couldn't bear the weight, tearing open a narrow gap, rain falling in a continuous sprinkle, making her already blurry vision even harder to see clearly.
She tried to open her eyes wide, watching him come right before her, watching him slowly squat down, reaching out as if he wanted to gently touch her face.
A lump rose in her throat, making her choke on her words: "Father... is that you..."
The hand paused.
She sobbed uncontrollably, pressing her rain-soaked, cold cheek against his palm.
"Father... Little Nine misses you so much..."
