Huo Jiayuan hung her head low. "Dad, did I do something wrong?"
Huo Shanhe reached out and gently touched his daughter's head. "Is it about you and Du Shujian? Does your mom know?"
Huo Jiayuan suddenly looked up. "Dad, you knew all along?"
Huo Shanhe let out a sigh. "Jia Yuan, Dad knows that matters of the heart sometimes cannot be controlled, and that the grudges of the older generation should not be borne by you. But Du Chuanqin and Zhang Xiaolu are like thorns in your mother's heart. As her daughter, have you truly considered her feelings?"
Tears welled up in Huo Jiayuan's eyes; this was the first time her father had spoken to her in such a tone. Although she knew she shouldn't have any dealings with Du Shujian, wasn't it just as he said—can anyone really be clear about matters of the heart? She had not wanted to get entangled with Du Shujian, but fate had brought them together. She had kept their relationship under wraps because she didn't want to upset her mother.
