"Dad knows you've been feeling guilty about Little Zi and her mother all these years, but Little Zi is already dead, it's all in the past. Dad doesn't want to say more. Now that there's news of Tian Tian, if you truly want to make amends, start planning early!"
Fisting his hands tightly, a twisted expression flashed across Mu Yi's face, and after a long moment, he nodded heavily.
"Dad, I understand!"
With clenched fists, Mu Yi's mind flashed back to the scenes of when he first met and got to know Little Zi, then to all the misunderstandings between them, finally to her leaving silently, reappearing before him with a frail body, and then closing her eyes in front of him.
Thinking of the mocking smile at the corner of Little Zi's mouth when she left, Mu Yi felt his heart being stabbed sharply with a dagger, bleeding profusely, yet he couldn't find a way to heal.
Little Zi!
Little Zi!
