Yan Ye looked at his sleeping daughter, a trace of a smile appearing at the corner of his eye.
Her chubby appearance made him unable to resist the urge to kiss her.
What he considered a problem before, now seemed not to be a problem at all.
He had thought that his love for the child was because he loved Lian Xinying, and now after separating from Lian Xinying, his stance on the child was somewhat awkward... But that's not the case.
Children are just children.
She is his flesh and blood; even if he can never be with the child's mother again, the blood flowing through her veins is his, and this fact won't change.
"Yan Ye, I'm taking the child away now. She wakes up quite early every day, and I'm afraid she might disturb you. Your main focus now is to recover from your injuries, don't worry about anything else," Yan Ye's father said, as he prepared to take Miaomiao away.
But Yan Ye didn't want to let go of the child.
