No!

This can't be true!

My father is an ordinary and normal middle-aged man.

How could he appear in the mist at midnight, holding his heart?

He must be fake!

No wonder they say men who hold their hearts are dangerous!

I shook my head, "Thank you. I don't want to go home with anyone right now."

He stared at me for a long time, and a huge crack appeared in the heart in his hand.

"Is it true?"

"It's true."

The dark red light in his heart went out.

He turned into a thick fog and dissipated in the air.

Just as I suspected.

He's not my father.

Indeed, the note wouldn't deceive me.

I felt a little relieved.