In Xia Xiaochong's bedroom:
Xia Xiaochong, in a drunken haze, was nestled in Ji Yang's embrace, murmuring to herself incessantly.
"Dad... I'm sorry..."
I've always thought you were hypocritically benevolent.
So cowardly...
Never realized... there was a story behind it.
"Dad... I never understood you when I was little."
"Dad... Mom and I loved you so, so much."
Ji Yang gently placed Xia Xiaochong on the soft, big bed, lightly pursing his lips, raising his hand to smooth the stray hairs on the little girl's forehead behind her ear.
"He knows..."
"Mmm."
Xia Xiaochong, finding a comfortable sleeping position, casually reached out her small hand to grasp Ji Yang's large hand.
"Don't go... I want to drink... gigolo..."
Xia Xiaochong was muddled in her drunkenness.
Whenever she drank, she unwittingly longed for the gigolo from the bar back then.
Hmm... when you're drunk, someone accompanies you... if not a gigolo, then who could it be?
