บท 315: Like a flower, like a thorn

Where no one can see…

Indeed that was true. Han Huizhong had expertly locked up his feelings so well that nobody had the faintest realization of how he had been in pain for all these years over losing his daughter.

And thinking of all that time of him bearing that sorrow all by himself with nobody to lean on and nobody to share his grief made her feel constricted.

Xinyi softly asked, "Grandpa. Is there something that you have kept hidden in your heart?"

Han Huizhong faintly trembled. His gaze seemed far away, as if he was in a trance. He looked up at the sky and emptily stared at it.

"I guess…" his voice was quiet and weak.

Xinyi clasped her hands together. "Will you tell me?"

Han Huizhong faintly smiled. He glanced at Xinyi and patted her head. "I am old now, so there are many things that I have seen in my life."