My father
Yating held his trembling hand in his palms and breathed hard. "Thank you…"
With Gu Rong's sincere and heartfelt words, there was no trace of doubt left in his heart anymore. There was no question of accepting each other either.
Gu Rong and Yating were father and son.
Nothing could amount to the gratitude that flooded his chest and equally the regret that in comparison, he did nothing for Gu Rong other than resisting his presence and decisions.
Yating also realized how Gu Rong would have felt when he mentioned that it would have been better if his mother was still around. Nothing could be more heartless than wishing for the presence of a woman that had betrayed everyone.
"I am sorry…I am sorry for saying that stupidity that day. I was being an idiot."
Gu Rong lightly shook his head. "It's not your fault. I…I always lacked to properly communicate. If I had been more vocal about my reasons than just bashing you then…it would have…been better…"