Xu Chaomu looked out the window, and could just make out Bai Xuan's profile as she quietly read her book.
She couldn't bring herself to hate Bai Xuan.
Sometimes she wished Bai Xuan were like Bai Man, having done many unforgivable things to her, so she could at least tell herself that there was no need to sympathize with him, no need to care for him. But he hadn't.
From their first meeting, Bai Xuan had left a very bland impression on her; she had never imagined that they shared an indestructible blood relation.
As the door opened, Bai Xuan, sitting on the sofa, looked up with surprise flashing in his eyes.
He clearly hadn't expected Xu Chaomu's visit; several months had gone by since her last one.
Xu Chaomu moved her lips, but that one word refused to come out.
After a long while, she steadied her mind and called out, "Dad."
