"Dad?"

the familiar mirror in front of him melted slowly after the sweat rolled down, revealing a magnificent and dignified face.

although I had a vague impression of my father when I was a child, when this face really appeared in front of me, the fragmented portraits in my impression were integrated again.

this face is exactly the face of my biological father who, at the age of eight, refuses to say more than half a word and indulges in the wine world all day.

"Dad. You, you're not dead? "

hearing Lu Chen's praise, Zuo QingHan at the corner of the wall was also stunned, and his mouth was...