An Nan immediately sensed his thoughts, her heart ached as she went up to him, gently stroking his soft black hair, just like in numerous past scenes. She spoke slowly, word by word: "Jiayou, Mom understands that your mind is very complicated right now. Actually, so is mine. After all, he is your Dad, and even though there's no blood relation, he was the one who gave you your first new life. So you shouldn't hate him, and you can't hate him. If possible in the future, you should still call him Dad, understand?"
