His ears echoed with the words Li Qiyu had told him—
"Why does little Tianci want to find his mom so badly?"
"Daddy never hugged me before... never held my hand... never kissed me... Daddy hates me..."
Every word pierced Li Qiyu's heart in its softest spot: "But what does that have to do with finding mom?"
"If mommy comes back, she can hug me, kiss me, and hold my little hand as we go for a walk together..."
When Li Qiyu recalled it, tears would fall uncontrollably because of the longing and aggrieved look in little Tianci's eyes, like shackles fastened to her heart.
She saw herself as a child, unloved, without a father!
Mrs. Li was unkind to her, no one was kind to her, and for a lengthy period, she too was searching for her father...
