He cleared his throat, then lowered his voice slightly: "Actually, sometimes I'm really envious of you, at least your dad is still here. Moreover, he loves you a lot."
Xia Siyu responded faintly, "I know."
She had always known that her dad loved her, from the past to the present, no matter what happened, this fact had never changed.
As a child, she didn't understand why Dad had one home and Mom had another. His visits were just like many single-parent families in Italy, coming over during summer and winter vacations, and returning on workdays. As she grew up, she resented the Xia Family and also resented her father, who was caught between his family and his wife and daughter. Now, although she still could not let go, she had grown up, and many things were no longer simply divided between liking or hating like in the past.
She tried to get closer to her dad, she just needed more time.
