Lu Jihan slightly furrowed his brows, "I think it's better you don't see her for now. I know Yinyin's temper well; if she doesn't come to her own realization, no amount of persuasion will work."
Tendrils of faint smoke spread out, the red tip flickering.
On the sofa, Song Yinyin was still fast asleep.
From the receiver came President Shi Mai'er's hoarse voice: "But she..."
He hesitated, paused, and then sighed lightly, saying: "Alright, I'll listen to you. I'm a failed father; back then, I let her mother down, then I failed her. No matter how regretful I feel now, the harm I've done to her is irreparable. It's my fault, all my fault..."
President Shi Mai'er spoke haltingly, remorseful of the past, as embarrassment, guilt, and regret swept over him again, reddening his eyes with a sour ache.
"Since it's all in the past, Your Excellency shouldn't dwell too much on it."
