"Qinqin? What's wrong? Qinqin?"
Xiaomei noticed Qin Mu suddenly went quiet and sensed something was wrong.
Qin Mu didn't speak, she just stood there, and when Xiaomei gently touched her, the phone in her hand slipped from her palm, dropping to the floor.
With a 'bang', the phone didn't break but bounced several times across the floor.
"Qinqin!"
Xiaomei was frightened; Qin Mu's face turned expressionless, no, it should be as pale as paper.
She stood woodenly in place, staring at a point for a long time, her eyes hollow and empty.
Since childhood, all the moments she spent with her father seemed to flash before her eyes like a movie playing backward, drawing her back to the year when Qin Haiming held her; that year she was five, still the little princess in Qin Haiming's arms.
Suddenly she seemed to see the day she was born, Qin Haiming receiving her from the nurse and looking at her tenderly.
Then everything seemed to abruptly shatter into irreparable shards of glass.
