If Du Yuwei had not awakened my memories as Li Fuguang.
I thought, even if this ghost appeared before me and told me he was my dad, I would not have believed him.
But I had already remembered everything from Li Fuguang's life, and I had his feelings, too.
In a sense, the man before me was my dad, too.
Ever since Lü Zhengxian abducted me, how much hardship had he endured searching for me? How much had he suffered? I did not dare think about it closely. Every detail was like a knife gouging at my heart.
"I remember. Of course I remember."
I wiped my somewhat blurry eyes and said, "When I was five, I got cavities because I loved sweets. My teeth hurt at night, and I cried and screamed, unable to sleep. You carried me out for a walk in the middle of the night and soothed me to sleep, but I woke up again as soon as we reached our door, so you carried me back out into the street."
"For seven nights straight, you barely slept, and you still had to go to work during the day."
"Even my grandma on Mom's side said you were more of a mom to me than Mom was."
My dad laughed heartily, then suddenly looked a little embarrassed. "I never thought you'd remember something so small. Honestly, I'd forgotten. It was just... so long ago. So very long ago."
"Your mom always wanted the three of us to sit down together for a proper meal again. Sadly, she never lived to see this day."
"Consider this my way of fulfilling one of your mom's wishes, too. But I couldn't cook for you, so I had to trouble Seventh Master to prepare this whole table of delicious food."