"Xiao Yue." Mo Siyu pulled her to sit down on the bench beside them. Under the dim yellow light, Tang Yue's face appeared gentle and soft. He held her hand tightly and said, "If you don't want to acknowledge him, it's okay not to."
"If your birth father were to come looking for you, how would you feel?" Tang Yue turned her head to ask. If she remembered correctly, Mo Siyu's father was also whereabouts unknown.
Granny Mo, who would be her future mother-in-law, had an accident in her previous life precisely because of this matter.
"A person who merely shares that bit of blood relation, who has been missing for so many years, I don't think about him anymore," Mo Siyu replied. He adjusted the clothes on her body to make sure her hands weren't cold before continuing, "But our situations are different. My mom has always had him in her thoughts. Although she doesn't speak of it, I know she misses him."
