"Other thoughts..."
Though she still felt hesitant emotionally, Lin Xiaolu subconsciously followed Larkspur and took a step forward.
She began trying to examine herself, wondering whether there were other reasons behind her low spirits these past few days. As she walked some distance, an answer naturally surfaced in her mind:
"Actually, when I first learned about these things, I felt a little sorry for my dad."
Larkspur, beside her, suddenly stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.
Lin Xiaolu hurriedly reached out to steady her. "What happened?"
"There seemed to be a pothole in the ground." Having regained her footing, Larkspur kept a straight face and pretended to be calm. Taking advantage of the poor nighttime visibility, she casually made up an excuse.
"Really?" Lin Xiaolu turned back doubtfully. Under the silver moonlight, the road was completely smooth, without a trace of the "pothole" Larkspur had mentioned.
But she did not think much of it or try to investigate further. Assuming she simply could not see clearly, she turned back and continued following Larkspur.
"You and your father... did something happen between you before?" As they walked along the quiet sidewalk, Larkspur asked, trying to change the subject.
She had wanted to ask about this for a long time. She truly wanted to know what the cold war between father and daughter had been like from her daughter's perspective.
Lin Yun had always believed that the conflict between her and her daughter mainly stemmed from a lack of care and communication. So after Lin Xiaolu ran away from home, she had continually tried to make up for it. Yet when she began interacting with her daughter as Larkspur and gradually came to understand some of her daughter's true thoughts, she discovered that the truth did not seem to be so