Father's heart

When Shao Yan closed her eyes, Li Xiqing watched her for a while, before he turned around and looked at the picture frame in front of him.

He raised his incense sticks and nodded a little bow. He planted his incense stick into the small jar and when he was about to introduce himself, Shao Yan took his hand into hers and held it in.

"Mama, how are you?"

He saw her lips were quivering; she was trying so hard not to cry.

"I am so sorry I haven't visited you in a while."

Her voice cracked and he saw her tears started to flow out.

He felt as if his heart was poked by thousands of needles. The woman in front of him was the most independent woman he had ever known. And for her to show her weakness like this was a really rare occasion.