The young prince reached out, picked up a piece of sachima, hesitated for a moment, but eventually placed it in front of Tian Wujing.
Seeing Tian Wujing not moving,
the young prince even reached out and tapped the sachima.
"Tsk, tsk..."
Tian Wujing reached out, picked up the sachima, and brought it to his mouth, taking a bite.
Sweet,
very sweet.
As a father, it was the first time he had eaten something his own child had given him. Such a feeling was really indescribable.
All of a sudden,
in Tian Wujing's mind,
images of his father, mother, sister, and others emerged.
A memory he had completely sealed off was cracked open because of this piece of sachima.
Tian Wujing lifted his head,
closed his eyes,
his body trembling slightly.
But when he opened his eyes again, the intense emotional turmoil from before had dissipated.
He's a man burdened with sins, has chosen his way of atonement,
but for this child before him,
his own son,
Tian Wujing selfishly,
