It was a familiarity that she dreamt of every night.
Hai Xiaotang slowly stood up, unbelievingly walking towards him.
She was afraid that this was just a dream, striving to widen her eyes to get a clear look at him. But her vision was blurred by tears, and she couldnât see him clearly.
The man just stood there, motionless, waiting for her to approach.
Eventually, Hai Xiaotang walked up to him and asked uncertainly, âDongfang Yu, is that you?â
âYou got one character wrong, itâs not Dongfang Yu, itâs Dongfang Hen.â His casual response was accompanied by a strange tone.
Hai Xiaotangâs eyes widened in astonishmentâ
Dongfang Hen?
Then she could finally see his face clearly.
A handsome face, about sixty percent similar to Dongfang Yu, but with an added cold, sinister vibe.
Dongfang Yu was also devilish, but in a right way. His, however, felt awfully darkâ¦
Hai Xiaotang asked him with puzzlement, âWho are youâ¦â
Dongfang Hen flashed a smirk, stating his name in a low and slow voice: âDongfang Henââ
Who is Dongfang Hen?
Why had she never seen this man bearing such a resemblance to Dongfang Yu before?
Why hadnât Dongfang Yu ever mentioned him?
But soon, Hai Xiaotang learned the answer.
In the living room, Dongfang Zujie and He Meilian silently watched Dongfang Hen, who had just sprung out of nowhere. They were both taken aback by his unexpected appearance.
Moreover, Hai Xiaotang could detect a hint of pain in He Meilianâs eyes.
It was an unwillingness to recollect, an unspeakable pain that she wished to flee from forever.
As for Dongfang Zujie, he merely asked dully, âWhy are you here?â
Dongfang Hen slouched against the sofa, chuckling lightly, âNaturally, Iâm here to acknowledge my lineage, my father.â
Hai Xiaotangâs eyes widened in shock!
He, he was Dongfang Zujieâs son?!
How had she not known that Dongfang Yu had a brother? Hadnât Dongfang Yuâs mother said that they only had one son?
The next moment, seeing the dimness in He Meilianâs eyes, Hai Xiaotang realized that perhaps Dongfang Hen was the child of another woman.
Called âfatherâ unexpectedly by Dongfang Hen, Dongfang Zujie was slightly stunned, but didnât react further, âDid you come back because you knew Dongfang Yu was in trouble?â
Dongfang Hen readily admitted it, âRight. You lost a son, so I figured you needed another.â
âMy son isnât dead!â He Meilian unexpectedly retorted, her gaze towards Dongfang Hen full of complexity.
Dongfang Hen countered, âSo, if heâs not dead, Iâm not allowed to return?â
Although he was questioning them, his gaze rested on Dongfang Zujie.
Dongfang Zujie bypassed the question, âWerenât you doing well abroad?â
âEveryone else has a father, I wanted one too, so I couldnât help but return.â Dongfang Hen straightforwardly expressed these sympathizing and pitiful words.
However, he didnât seem to care a bit about pity from others, treating his profound statement as casual as discussing the weather.
Dongfang Zujie and He Meilian felt very complicated upon hearing this. The existence of Dongfang Hen was something they could neither ignore nor disregard.
It was the indelible scar that would forever exist between them.
In spite of their reluctance to acknowledge it, Dongfang Hen was undoubtedly Dongfang Zujieâs son. His appearance alone left no doubt as to his heritage.
Dongfang Hen hesitated again, âShould I stay, or should I leave?â
His blunt question left them no choice at all.