Clutching the cup of coffee, she immediately understood her father's deep affection.
This cup of coffee tasted very similar to the one her mother used to make her; she knew right away that it was made by her father.
Her father's love for her was unquestionable, no matter what happened in between, no matter whether her reputation outside was good or bad, he was always consistent with her.
Actually, he truly is a good person, just too weak. But human nature is complicated; you can't expect perfection. His kindness to her is a fact, and so is his failing her mother. Weighing the two, at the moment, all she could do was to show her filial piety from afar, to protect her family and him as best as she could.
After drinking the coffee, she didn't know whether it was the coffee, the mint tea, or the taste of memory that instantly revitalized her, but indeed, she felt energized. She applied her makeup and began the official shooting.
