Mo Ang appeared to be playing with someone else's child. Although there was a smile on his face, it didn't reach his eyes.
Actually, beneath the cold exterior was a heart that was extremely turbulent and excited.
Every time he held this child, Yu Jingchen couldn't help but tremble all over.
This was his child, yet a child he had severely neglected.
Originally, he thought he could accompany her as she grew up little by little, and then personally witness her arrival into the world. But once again, he missed out on a portion of fatherly love.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make it up to the child, could he?
Right now, he really wanted to hold the child and have a good sleep, to kiss her little hands and face, to smell the child's breath up close.
A child's breath must be very sweet, immensely sweet.
At this moment, he truly didn't want to let go!
But staying here like this, it would seem very abrupt.
