Lu Jingchen's somewhat stiff gaze fell on Song Nianhuan. The little girl in front of him gazed back with wide, curious eyes. His voice was low and hoarse, as if restraining some emotion, "What's your name?"
The little girl was actually a bit nervous. She instinctively looked at her godfather, and after Chu Munan gave her an encouraging look, she immediately replied obediently to Lu Jingchen, "Song Nianhuan."
Lu Jingchen's eyes deepened as he raised his hand to gently touch her cheek, a warm smile appearing on his face, and he spoke, "Huanhuan? Do you know who I am?"
Song Nianhuan was quiet for several seconds before nodding, her voice soft and sweet, "I know, Godfather said that you're my dad."
Looking at his daughter in front of him, Lu Jingchen felt a part of his heart, long barren, begin to slowly grow green with grass.
