6:00 a.m.
When Lin Zongjun got up for his morning exercise, he saw Lin Chu sitting under a tree in the yard.
Surprised, he asked, "Xiao Chu, why are you sitting here?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Lin Chu seemed to have finally found a support. Tears suddenly rolled down her face, her voice choked, "Dad..."
With this term of address, she couldn't utter another word.
Lin Zongjun walked over quickly. Looking at his daughter's red-rimmed eyes, he was very distressed.
"Although the weather has warmed up, the temperature is still very low in the morning and evening. You came home, why didn't you go inside?"
He thought Lin Chu had come back early in the morning, not knowing that she hadn't slept all night.
At the hospital, when Lu Huai'an left without looking back, she was like an abandoned child, unable to find her way home.
"Lu Huai'an's mother passed away, and they all think it's me, but Dad, I really didn't."
