The two sat face to face, the atmosphere a bit awkward.
Xu Chaomu cradled the hot tea, white wisps of steam curling up and blurring her vision. Occasionally, when she looked up, she could still see the silvery white hair at Bai Xuan's temples.
"Let's talk," Xu Chaomu said softly.
Bai Xuan made no sound but nodded.
He gazed at Xu Chaomu, finding it difficult to look away.
Xu Chaomu looked so much like Xu Mengxi, he had noticed it years ago when he visited the Shen Family; Xu Chaomu especially resembled Xu Mengxi.
But back then, it was more about anger. Xu Mengxi hadn't kept their appointment, even left him, married a local, and then gave birth to Xu Chaomu.
The younger Xu Chaomu was rather childish, like a little princess, but the grown-up Xu Chaomu had changed significantly.
Suddenly discovering he had a daughter had left Bai Xuan with mixed feelings, especially since this daughter was born to the woman he loved most.
