Knowing it was Zhang Xiaofan who had arrived, Wang Fang lifted her head to look.
She wasn't crying, and there were no tears in her clear eyes.
But they were filled with sorrow.
To most people, Wang Fang, as the daughter, should have been crying her eyes out.
Yet at this moment, there was an incredible strength in her sadness.
Some might say, with her father in such a state, the fact that she neither cried out nor shed any tears,
Meant she was heartless.
But Zhang Xiaofan didn't think so.
Wang Fang, when she was younger, was never the kind of girl who liked to cry.
She preferred to keep her feelings inside.
Be it happiness or pain.
She never "displayed" them easily before strangers.
Her not crying didn't mean she wasn't sad or in pain.
On the contrary, she seemed calm on the surface, but inside her heart was already invaded by grief.
Looking into Wang Fang's eyes, Zhang Xiaofan gently touched her hair.