"Oh..." He Jinjiu nodded, "Which city is he from?"
"He is a foreigner; his home is in a remote village abroad."
Before she came, she had already thought of all the reasons, so now she responded fluently to whatever He Jinjiu asked.
"Once I'm settled, I'll send you letters, and maybe when you get out, we can come back to see you."
"Good, good." He Jinjiu's tears flowed freely, but his daughter was seeking her own happiness, and he had no reason to stop her. Other than wishing her well, all he could do was wish her well.
After a few more trivial words, the father and daughter ended their conversation.
Watching He Jinjiu stand up and be led away by the prison guard, He Jing suddenly stood up and shouted loudly, "Dad!"
He Jinjiu turned around, "Jingjing, live your life well."
He Jing couldn't bring herself to say goodbye; the words were stuck in her throat.
Although there were hateful parts in He Jinjiu's life, on reflection, wasn't she, He Jing, also pitiable and hateful?