Charles looked at his daughter, reaching out both hands to embrace her, but he grasped only empty air. Shanshan had instantly teleported several meters away, glaring at him angrily. It was clear she completely disagreed with his plan.
"Shanshan, I told you before—children can't stay by their parents' side forever. You have to find your own path. It's time for you to spread your wings and fly."
"Spread my wings? Spread them where! The future is an apocalypse, and I'm about to become an adult. In this hopeless world, where could I possibly fly?" Shanshan burst into tears, crying heartbreakingly, feeling as if her father was abandoning her.
Charles gazed at her tenderly. "Shanshan, this is my doomsday, not yours. I don't have to flee, but you can."
After saying this, Charles lifted his head and looked toward the sun in the sky. This time, their exchange was conducted mentally, keeping Shanshan completely in the dark.
