The old Madame Zhao sighed, "Your mother has had a hard time, and your father hasn't had it easy these years either."
"When he came back, he was barely alive. The Imperial Physician from the palace would run to our residence every other day, sending all kinds of precious herbs like flowing water. Even so, it took a full half year before he could manage to be supported to walk two steps. It was only two years ago that he slowly got better."
"Previously, you all thought he was dead, so you could still remember him fondly on ordinary days. But for him, those years, he completely couldn't remember you. Obviously, he had a wife and children..." The old Madame Zhao took a long sigh, her face filled with regret.
Zhao Xiaohua listened, thought, and felt her father indeed quite pitiable.
She, with her mother, elder brother, second brother, and Xiaoshu, were at least together as a family.
