"Ah Li, once we're married, we'll be husband and wife. You wouldn't want to always guess what I'm thinking, why I'm angry, or anything else, right?"
Lowering his head to look at the girl's clear eyes, Fu Yanci patiently said, "Let's not keep guessing. If you're unhappy, just tell me, alright? If it's my fault, I'll be more careful next time!"
She somehow saw her father's shadow in Fu Yanci.
Her father, with a stern face, spoke gently when angry: "Ah Li, you can get angry, but you need to tell Dad why. If it's something Mom and Dad did wrong, we'll apologize. We need to learn to communicate with those around us, to learn to alleviate our bad moods, okay?"
Staring at Fu Yanci, Ye Li nodded, "Okay!"
Suddenly, she wanted to go back to the past and tell her father, "Then when you feel overwhelmed, you should also tell me, I'm not a child anymore."
If she had realized sooner that her father was sick, could she have prevented losing him?