"Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to discover your secret!" It wasn't intentional, yet it was deliberate. Little Prince's eyes hid a smile, "I'll turn it off right away!"
Although he said right away, the remote Little Prince held tight in his hands, he couldn't bear to turn off the image of his mother.
"Not turning it off?"
"Dad, can I watch mom a bit longer?" Little Prince pleaded, reluctant to let go.
The longing for his mother was too apparent in his voice.
It was so apparent that it sent a long, piercing pain through Helian Chengyan's chest.
He tightened his sore throat, repressed the surge of complex emotions in his eyes, and said calmly, "She... isn't your mother!"
"Oh." Little Prince obediently responded and then added, "Dad, then can I look at this beautiful lady a bit longer? Just a little longer!"
Helian Chengyan looked at his son, who was gazing at him with eager eyes, and pursed his lips, saying nothing more.
