"Your father just passed away." Meng Xingzhi stood in the rain, the water splashing on the umbrella, soaking half of his clothes and sleeves. Yet even so, he didn't take a step forward.
He didn't know when this so-called home ceased to be a home; he would rather stay in the rain than take a step inside.
Su Yun listened quietly, a wave of sadness instantly filling her heart. But then she thought that Mr. Su was old to begin with, living to such an age was already a gain, so there was nothing to be sad about.
"Are you going to let me out? My dad died, I want to pay my respects." Su Yun said.
Her reaction was a bit unexpected to Meng Xingzhi. In his impression, Su Yun was somewhat willful, but still kind. She was relatively forgiving towards others; how did she end up like this?
Meng Xingzhi stood in the rain, trying hard to scrutinize the wife he had once sworn to care for all his life, finding her face so blurred, no longer the one from his memories.
