The mother and daughter hugged each other and wept. Only Zhao Dong understood how much grievance and guilt was mixed into He Xiao's sobs.
"Old man, Xiaoxiao is back! Xiaoxiao came back to see us..." her mother said, excitedly pulling He Xiao into the room.
Inside the room, on an old, worn-out wooden bed, lay a man who was skin and bones. The man was in his fifties at most, but he looked like he was in his seventies or eighties.
"Xiaoxiao..."
"Dad!" He Xiao rushed to the bed and helped her struggling father sit up.
The man's emotions were understated and restrained. There were no heartfelt declarations; he just held tightly onto He Xiao's hand, tears welling in his eyes. Everything was conveyed without words.
"Mom, Dad, I've been so unfilial. I've been toiling away for so many years, yet I've still let you suffer like this. I'm so sorry... I'm sorry for failing to repay you for raising me..."
