It was such a child's perspective, not gratitude for her own life, but for ending her father's suffering, that even Shuyin seemed momentarily affected.
"Your father loves you very much," Shuyin said, and for once her voice carried something other than coldness. Not quite warmth, but acknowledgment. "That kind of love is... rare. Especially among humans."
"He's the best father in the whole world, I know it..." Yuyan said with absolute conviction, reaching for Lu Yuze's hand again.
Lu Yuze felt his throat tighten. Six months ago, his twelve-year-old daughter had been full of life, music, and laughter. Then she had collapsed, and he had watched helplessly as she faded away, day by day, despite all his resources and desperate prayers.
Now she was back. Awake. Talking. Alive.
He had married a mysterious woman with inhuman eyes. He had released criminals from prison. He had made deals he didn't fully understand with consequences he couldn't predict.
