The morning sun was warm and lazy, sunlight spilling into the room, coating all the furniture and the people in it with a layer of gentle, warm light.
Yet, Qin Yuji's heart was brimming with boundless sorrow.
Zhai Xiao had only seen her father three times since she was born, up until the age of twenty. The first meeting happened on the day she started kindergarten, when her dad hugged her at the school entrance.
"Mom said he was my dad and told me to call him that, but I felt he was so unfamiliar. Though I could see the love in his eyes, and even more guilt, I still couldn't bring myself to say it. Then, I followed the kids in my class inside. I thought about it all day long, about my mom's smiling face shaded by tears, about all the photos at home – I think he's my dad, but by the time I got home from school, he was gone again, as if his presence in the morning was just my imagination."
