"Mom..."
Shen Dou Dou had also began to cry.
Shen Jingwei passed both women some napkins to wipe their tears with.
Mother Shen dabbed tears off the ends of her eyes and cleared her throat.
"Jingwei, your father was a stubborn, stubborn man who refused to see you again and again. But you should know that he loved you, and toward the end of his life, he... I think he did change his mind about you and Little Yan."
It was all nice to hear, but Shen Jingwei remained skeptical.
Even until now, he still recalled the time his father kicked him out of the house.
"You are not my son," his father had said that time with eyes bulging from fury and voice breaking from utter disappointment. "I do not have a son."
Even the sting of his father's slap across his cheek still stung until now.
That stubborn father of his, he would never change his mind.
Never.