Although life is filled with regrets, the family of three finally reunited, and no amount of bitterness could diminish the spontaneous joy.
On this sunny afternoon, Gong Lingtuo was very happy, holding his daughter, never wanting to let go as if he couldn't hold her enough.
Whenever he held his daughter, his gaze never strayed far from Jia Xuan. If she was about to leave his sight, he would surely follow with Duoduo in his arms.
He feared separation too much, needing the mother and daughter always within his line of sight to feel at ease.
Jia Xuan understood his emotions, so she obediently stayed within a close distance.
Though several hours had passed, the redness on Jia Xuan's face had subsided a lot, but Zhan Moxiao's slap was really hard; her face still looked a bit swollen and red.
