He was stunned.
Only three months had passed, yet his father had changed so much.
He looked much more weathered and aged, and even his hair had turned as white as snow.
"You..." Mu Xiaodong was at a loss for words for a moment, "Are, are you all right?"
"I'm fine," Mu Baicheng took a drag on his cigarette.
Mu Xiaodong continued, "Is there really no hope between you and Aunt Lin?"
"Yes," Mu Baicheng nodded.
Mu Xiaodong sighed softly.
Aunt Lin was the one person who had deeply moved his father over the years.
He had thought that the only issue between the couple were some ups and downs,
but he never expected that they would ultimately go their separate ways.
"Xiaodong," Mu Baicheng turned to his son, speaking very seriously, "I don't want you to follow in my footsteps. If you find a girl who moves your heart, you should marry her quickly and not waste her youth."
This was being responsible to love.
And it was being responsible to the woman involved.