All the way, Song Mingyuan didn’t speak much. The dim yellow light from the street lamps illuminated the swirling snowflakes, and a thin layer of white already covered the road.
He didn’t know how much time had passed when the car stopped in front of the villa. Song Mingyuan got down from the back seat, looked at the lit lights in the villa, and raised his hand to ring the doorbell.
Sister Zhang, who had already prepared dinner, heard the doorbell sound, wiped the water off her hands with a towel, and hurried over to open the door.
Lu Jinghan and Han Xi also walked towards the door, and as it opened, Han Xi’s hand trembled slightly with nervousness.
Song Mingyuan changed his shoes and, when he looked up and saw Han Xi, it was as if he saw the shadow of Wen Qin’s youth on her.
"Dad, this is Xiao Xi."
Song Yan took off his coat and handed it to Sister Zhang.
Song Mingyuan walked step by step towards Han Xi, the slight pallor on his face was mixed with the joy of finding something lost.
"Child, my good child..." Song Mingyuan hugged Han Xi, his voice trembling.
Han Xi just stood there dazed, unable to call out "Dad", her heart in utter chaos.
Lu Jinghan sat on the sofa and instructed Sister Zhang to bring over the prepared fruits and tea.
Han Xi sat next to Lu Jinghan, her small hand nervously gripping his coat hem.
"Uncle, please have a cup of hot tea to warm up, we’ll have dinner soon."
Lu Jinghan bent over to pour a cup of tea for Song Mingyuan and handed it over. Since Han Xi hadn’t called out "Dad", naturally, Lu Jinghan wouldn’t either.
Song Mingyuan took the purple clay tea cup from Lu Jinghan’s hand: "No rush to eat, I want to talk to Xiao Xi first."
Lu Jinghan sat back on the sofa, reaching out to hold Han Xi’s little hand that was tugging at his coat.
"Xiao Xi, I just went to see your mom... Can you give me a chance to make it up to you?"
Han Xi looked up at Song Mingyuan, eyes brimming with indescribable emotions: "All these years, you should have long forgotten about us, right?"
"I never forgot about you all. Actually, I came looking for your mom, but she said you were living well and happily and didn’t want me to disturb your life."
Song Mingyuan put down the cup in his hand, raised his hand to wipe the tears from his face: "Back then your mom didn’t want to see me caught between your grandma and her, so she left. All these years I thought she lived well, but when your brother told me she was gone, I completely broke down. If I had known, I would have done anything to bring you both back."
Hearing Song Mingyuan say this, the only knot in Han Xi’s heart finally unraveled.
It turns out he once came looking for his wife and daughter, as long as he has a place for them in his heart.
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"...Dad, let’s go to the dining room and chat while we eat." Han Xi walked over to help Song Mingyuan up from the sofa.
She was acknowledging Song Mingyuan as her father.
Song Mingyuan patted Han Xi’s hand, eyes full of tears: "Good child, thank you for forgiving me as an unworthy father."
Several people walked to the dining table, Han Xi sat beside Song Mingyuan, picking up chopsticks to add some dishes to his plate: "Dad, I don’t know what you like to eat, these are all made by Sister Zhang and me, please try them."
Song Mingyuan picked up some food and put it in his mouth: "Mm, it really tastes good."
The meal ended with a particularly good atmosphere, as Song Mingyuan asked Han Xi to talk about many things she’d experienced with Wen Qin in the past.