Du Zhiwen looked at Weiwei, bewildered. Weiwei wasn't even as tall as his shoulder.
But this daughter, who only came up to his shoulder, was looking at him with the most sincere eyes of a child.
She was his daughter, the one he cherished in the palm of his hand.
In an era where everyone favored sons over daughters, Du Zhiwen just didn't have that mindset.
Because she was the child he and his wife had brought into this world.
So he loved her just the same.
Unexpectedly, the rigid thinking he had dug himself into all his life was dispelled by a few words from his daughter.
If someone else had advised him, preaching grand principles, perhaps Du Zhiwen wouldn't have listened to a single word.
But it was his daughter who asked him, using the most simple and childlike language. She didn't preach to him, just questioned him.
Would he be sad?
Du Zhiwen was shaken to the core.
