"Your daughter died because of you..." Bai Haoxue pretended to look very surprised, "How could that be? Judging by your look, you must be missing, reminiscing, and caring a lot for your daughter, right?
Otherwise, Professor Bai, you wouldn't have wanted to chat with me just because my voice sounds like your daughter's."
"No..." Bai Xiang said in a choked voice, "I have never been a good father.
I was obsessed with academic research, my mind was never focused on my family.
I was even colder towards my daughter, from childhood to adulthood, I could count on one hand the number of times I held her, yet she was still so filial to me, always carefully trying to please me."
Hearing this, Bai Haoxue's tears flowed even more fiercely.
Indeed, her father had been cold to her since she was a child, and all she did was cautiously try to please him.
Actually, when she was little, she was a bit of a rebel, she loved to play and make noise, and didn't like studying.
