Tian's mother hesitated for a moment. Just now, when she'd stormed out the door in anger, she couldn't help turning back to look at the old man—his figure was so desolate, he really did look very lonely.
These past few years, with Tian Lingyun not coming home, he never mentioned her, but during the time when Tiantian had her accident, he sighed every day. That father and daughter are both terribly stubborn—clearly worried about each other, yet neither willing to say it out loud.
"Mm, Tiantian, we're old now. You're our own flesh and blood—how could we possibly not want you to come home?" Tian's mother said earnestly.
She couldn't keep standing by as a spectator. Since neither of them would bow their heads to the other, she could only step in as the peacemaker. Nothing matters more than a harmonious family. "You came back to see us today; his mouth may be hard, but I could tell he was very happy."
