Xue Huaiyuan stared straight at Xue Zhao, gradually, his lips began to quiver, and his hand trembled as it reached for Xue Zhao's shoulder. He was shaking, as if afraid that this was all a dream, cautiously not daring to step forward, for fear of breaking this hard-won beautiful dream—and upon waking, he would no longer be able to see Xue Zhao.
It was Xue Zhao who took the initiative to grasp Xue Huaiyuan's hand, saying, "Father! It's me, I'm back, I didn't die!"
When Xue Zhao grasped his hand, the warmth and solidity told Xue Huaiyuan it wasn't a mere illusion from a dream. It seemed that only now did he dare to believe it, and he called out "Ah Zhao" with tears streaming down his face.
Xue Zhao also couldn't stop crying, saying between sobs, "It's all my unfilial behavior that caused you to worry. If only I had seen you sooner, Father, you wouldn't have had to suffer the torment of that venomous woman from Yongning."
"Ah Zhao," Xue Huaiyuan said, "what happened to your leg?"
