"It's been thirteen years..."
Old Ape Head advised, "Whether it's real or an illusion, it doesn't really matter."
Xiaohong turned and looked at him, "Have you let it go then?"
Old Ape Head reached out and patted her head, saying, "Ever since I adopted you and treated you as my daughter, I've let it go."
Xiaohong blinked and gave a sweet smile, "Really?"
She tilted her head, but her words were strangely chilling, "Do you truly believe I'm your daughter, or is it Tie Yao who died thirteen years ago in the Yang Kingdom?"
Old Ape Head wasn't surprised by this, as if he was used to it, and laughed:
"Of course, it's my Xiaohong."
"We've been father and daughter for three hundred years; what's more real than that? Tie Yao was the daughter of the swordsmith Tie Baiyuan, what does that have to do with an old fisherman like me?"
Xiaohong giggled, her cheeks flushed with a deeper red.
"With Grandpa saying that, I feel relieved."
She tugged on Old Ape Head's arm, acting coyly:
