She remembered that the last thing her father said was, I'm sorry, Nannan, you will take good care of your mother and sister from now on. That eternal apology. That morning, the sun was just right, and there was a thin layer of light in the room, a faint brightness. I still didn't know what I would lose, but those hands were broad but gradually became cold, and those loving eyes were filled with deep sadness. Very later, very later, when Su Xiaoyu was held in someone's arms and was unconscious, she suddenly heard someone saying sorry. At that time, she finally couldn't help being willful and coquettish. She choked and complained softly, why did daddy tell me this? Dad, I am only 8 years old. Dad, where are you? Dad, I miss you so much. Then there was salty liquid dripping onto her face, hot and affectionate, and she felt in a daze that it was all flowing out for her.