Qian remembered a time when the two of them met in the mental hospital, and Qio Yu Xuan once mentioned that he had a daughter but lost her. At that time, she thought he was joking, but looking at his expression now, it seemed to be true.
"I understand your feelings. The ones we should never let down are children. I didn't stand by my daughter and didn't give her a complete family. If she ever sees me again, I wonder if she'll blame me. Have I told you that you look a lot like my daughter?"
"No..."
Qio Yu Xuan took a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Qian, "This is a self-portrait I drew of my daughter when she was 2. Take a look, doesn't it resemble you?"
Qian opened the paper and was so astonished that she couldn't close her mouth.
Yu Minglang came out to refill their drinks, craning his neck curiously. As he looked, his mouth dropped open.
