Lu Zhengzhe paused and looked at Xia Micheng. He was met with her big bright eyes as she waited stubbornly for his answer as to whether he loved his son.
Silence fell in the room. After some time had passed, Lu Zhengzhe nodded. “Yes, I do.”
Xia Micheng lowered her long eyelashes and spoke in a soft voice. Every word was painful and heavy. “Don’t forget what you told me today. He has a bright future ahead of him. Twenty or thirty years later, he will definitely be stronger and more successful than you. He doesn’t need me to pave that way for him with my life. Uncle Lu, I’m just giving him the chance to live that life out. I still have hopes and dreams that I have yet to achieve, but I love him. I’m entrusting you with this love in the hope that you will go on to love him even more in my place.”
Lu Zhengzhe became silent and stared at her for a while.
Xia Micheng put the photographs back in the envelope one by one, then she tucked the envelope away in her pocket and stood up. “I’m going to take him with me now.”