Ning Zhiqiu frowned as he picked up the photograph, his eyes prying over the handwriting on it, then he raised an eyebrow and looked at Ning Xiaofei.
"I just discovered these too. She… she wrote them for you!" Ning Xiaofei explained.
Ning Zhiqiu said nothing more, but earnestly flipped through the album, looking at the photos one by one, then turned them over to read those words, sparse and varied, on the back.
Looking at the photos, watching his daughter grow up little by little in them, reading the few words Ji Zilin had left behind, he couldn't hold back anymore, and tears began to fall.
In his eyes were pain, guilt… and above all, gratitude.
Initially, he thought that person would surely resent and blame him. When he found out he had a daughter, and that her name was Ning Xiaofei, Ning Zhiqiu was quite astonished. He never expected Ji Zilin to use his surname for their daughter's name.
Only now did he finally understand how much effort that woman had put into this.
