"No need, I’ve already eaten my fill, you two go ahead and eat." Song Yan replied.
After finishing their al, the three of them drove to the cetery.
Sitting in the driver’s seat, Song Yan glanced at Han Xi through the rearview mirror: "Xiao Xi, Dad will arrive in An City tonight. He wants to et you."
Han Xi’s hand, resting on her lap, slightly paused. To Han Xi, Song Yan used to be her senior; they were familiar with each other.
But she knew nothing about this father she had never t, which made her a bit nervous.
Yet she was also full of anticipation.
"Sure."
Seeing that Han Xi was not resistant, Song Yan felt relieved.
More than an hour later, the car stopped at the cetery, and the three of them got out and walked inside together.
In front of Wen Qin’s tombstone, Han Guanghong crouched down, touching the photo on the stone: "You deceived for so many years, how could Xiao Xi not be my daughter, how could it be?"
Han Xi stopped in front of the grave, and seeing Han Guanghong’s tear-streaked face, she suddenly felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.
"Why are you here?"
Hearing the voice, Han Guanghong stood up from the ground and held Han Xi’s hand: "I was the one who held you when you were born, the daughter I’ve raised for so many years, I can’t let go."
Han Xi’s eyes brimd with tiny sparkling tears. She pushed Han Guanghong’s hand away and leaned down to place flowers in front of the tombstone: "I believe my mom did love you. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have chosen to jump when she saw you with Zhang Min. She must have been truly heartbroken."
"Xiao Xi, it’s all Dad’s fault. I wronged you and your mom."
Looking at Han Guanghong, Han Xi realized he had aged significantly, streaks of white hair appearing at his temples, and he looked much more haggard.
She found a pang of pity for him.
"I’ll ask my brother to stop retaliating against the Han Family, but from now on, we’re even."
"Xiao Xi..." Han Guanghong hugged Han Xi: "I wronged your mom, it’s my fault."
"I can choose not to hate you, but I can’t forgive you. I saw with my own eyes as my mom jumped from the building, blood was everywhere... it was a vibrant life."
Han Xi’s throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and in the end, her restrained tears fell.
She pushed Han Guanghong away: "You should leave, don’t co back anymore."
"It’s all my fault, I wronged you and your mom, it’s my fault..."
Han Guanghong mumbled in a daze, walking away step by step.
Lu Jinghan pulled Han Xi into his embrace: "Don’t look, he’s already gone far."
Han Xi turned to look at the photo of Wen Qin on the tombstone: "Mom, I miss you a bit."
Song Yan bent down to place the flowers in his hand in front of the grave, a gentle, sunny smile on his lips: "Mom, I will take good care of Xiao Xi from now on, don’t worry."
In fact, when Song Yan first arrived in An City, he had found soone to locate Wen Qin’s cetery; he had been here many tis.
Wen Qin was just as she appeared in his mories—gentle and beautiful, and Xiao Xi bore a particular resemblance to Wen Qin.
When they returned from the cetery, it was already noon. They grabbed sothing to eat outside before Song Yan took Han Xi and the others ho.
As he was leaving, Song Yan said he’d pick her up at the airport that evening and that Han Xi should just stay ho.
Back at the villa, as soon as the two of them entered, Sister Zhang ca over with a cheerful smile: "Sir, Madam, why are you back so early today, have you had lunch?"
"Sister Zhang, you’re back." Han Xi changed her shoes at the entrance and asked with a faint smile.
"I finished dealing with everything at ho. I couldn’t stop worrying about you two, so I hurried back."
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