Ding Yiyi looked at her compassionately. At this moment, she saw a man's fragility and a father's fragility. He planned for his daughter wholeheartedly, which only an old father could do.

She walked up to him, put her hand around him, and whispered, "It's all right. It's all over."

"Child, father's heart is bitter!" Xu Haoran's whole back was dry and he was as old as a dying man.

Ding Yiyi didn't know how to comfort him, but she felt that she knew more about him, like a thick fog, but now the fog has dispersed, although the cold is still there, but more warmth.

"I'll go first." Xu Haoran...