Gao Xuan felt as if struck by lightning, only then realizing that he was no longer the image in his daughter's memories.
He looked down at these unfamiliar hands of his, suddenly let out a heart-wrenching howl, his forehead crashing heavily onto the ground, shoulders shaking violently.
Cao Zhengyang and Mo Xingjian stood silently by, their hearts heavy with complex emotions.
Zhou Qing also sighed, then slowly turned to look at the barrier behind him.
If he guessed correctly, at this moment Sikong Yan should also be watching this scene.
He could almost imagine the expression on that madman's face now.
Surely with a smile at the corner of his mouth, eyes full of amusement, appreciating this drama of farewell like a spectator.
But just then, Nannan suddenly let go of Zhou Qing's clothes and timidly stepped forward.
She tiptoed, using her little hand to gently wipe away the tears on Gao Xuan's face.
