Song Tian Mo continued smoking.
He watched her in silence.
The two were only a metre apart, and the white smoke swirled in the air. The smell made Ling Fei wrinkle her brow nearly imperceptibly.
No matter how handsome a man looks when he smokes, no matter how cool his actions, she didn't like it, she couldn't bear that smell, she always refused to inhale secondhand smoke.
"He's not your father." Song Tian Mo put out his cigarette in the trash can and spoke lightly, his voice very cold.
Ling Fei's heart ached.
The glimmer of hope that had begun to surface was completely extinguished by these casual words.
So...
The lies weren't...
The truth wasn't either, was it?
"How do you know?"
Ling Fei stubbornly fought on.
She wanted an answer. She had already sought confirmation once, but she didn't want to seek it again this time. She no longer had the courage for that. As for when her father woke up...
She couldn't think that far ahead.