"I, I came to see Miss Yue." Lu Huanting's voice was a little hoarse.
Zhuo Yarong said nothing and stepped aside.
Lu Qi supported Lu Huanting and walked in slowly and with difficulty.
As Lu Huanting approached step by step, he felt more and more regretful and annoyed.
The people standing in this room should have been his wife, his son, his daughter-in-law and his grandchildren.
But now, they looked at him with a wary and complicated look.
The words were stuck at the tip of my tongue.
Lu Huanting suddenly realized that even if he did good things and helped Lu Yuchen and Xinluo, he was actually not qualified to appear in front of them.
"I... I just came to check on you. I'm glad you and the child are okay..." Lu Huanting didn't have the face to stay any longer, so he said this and wanted to turn back.
"Wait a moment."
Just as I took a step, a short voice of retention suddenly came from behind.
Lu Huanting's dim eyes brightened with joy and he turned around to look back.
"Thank you for what happened yesterday..." Xiao Youyou suddenly called out to Lu Huanting.
The pair of deep phoenix eyes that were exactly the same as Lu Yuchen's were looking at him intently.
At that moment, Lu Huanting almost thought that he saw the child from that year.
When he was a child, Lu Yuchen also had a pair of bright black eyes.
When he looked at him, it would be with desire and hope, and a bright light would shine.
But I don’t know when the light in the child’s eyes gradually dimmed.
By the time the father and son became enemies, the child's once bright and shining eyes had long been replaced by a bottomless cold pool.
I saw Youyou’s clear yet slightly childish eyes.
Lu Huanting finally realized that it was he who had overturned his son's preference for him.
Countless intense emotions surged from his limbs to his heart. Lu Huanting could no longer hold on and knelt down crying in front of everyone.
“Wrong… Wrong… I was wrong…”
"I was blinded by my own mistakes. I deserve it. Dad, Mom, I'm sorry! Yarong, I failed you, made you sad, and made you suffer! And Yuchen, it's me... It's my fault as a biological father. I didn't fulfill my responsibilities as a father..."
A feeling of grief filled Lu Huanting's chest.
He knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, crying ugly and sadly.
It was as if she wanted to wash away all the sins and regrets of the past few decades through tears.
After crying for a while, Lu Huanting even slammed his forehead hard on the ground.
Seeing him blaming himself and going crazy, even Zhuo Yarong couldn't bear it anymore and asked Lu Qi to help him up quickly.
"I'm sorry, I know that no matter how much I say or do, it won't be enough to make up for my mistake." Lu Huanting finally vented his inner grief.
He stood in front of Zhuo Yarong and bowed deeply to her.
The corners of Zhuo Yarong's eyes were already stained with tears.
But, how easy is it to forgive
The pain of more than 20 years cannot be compensated by just saying "I'm sorry".
"You...you go now. The best thing I can wish you is for us to be well."
No more cursing him with all kinds of diseases, no more cursing him with a bad death.
Zhuo Yarong, who practices Buddhism, has gradually let go of everything.
For her, forgiveness is much more difficult than letting go.
The best she could do was to forget about Lu Huanting forever.
Lu Huanting choked up inwardly. He didn't expect that in the end, Zhuo Yarong was no longer willing to even remember him.
He looked at Lu Yuchen with a look of desire in his eyes.
However, that light was extinguished half a second later.
Because Lu Erchen looked at him and said only one sentence: "Letting you go is already my greatest kindness."
Continue (To be continued)