"If you don't consider me a substitute, then what do you consider me as?"
"A man... A strong young man." Tang Xiao raised an eyebrow as Feng Yao removed the mist covering her body, revealing every part of it. "In the past, I did like your late father, and I stayed in the outside world to meet him, but my feelings for him died nineteen years ago. Since then, I've been waiting for the right man for me to appear, and I feel that you are the man I've been waiting for all this time, who happens to be the son of my dead love."
