Su Jia also noticed his unusual demeanor, seeing the tears he was desperately holding back in his eyes, her heart was torn apart again.
In her memory, Lu Yanhe had never cried.
Even when she resolutely decided to leave him, he only pleaded with her not to go, without shedding a single tear.
But at this moment, he truly cried.
Lu Yanhe kept thinking about how to quickly close the gap with his son, but after thinking for a long time, he still didn't know what to do.
"Lu... Lu Chen..."
He called out hesitantly, feeling as if a fire was burning in his throat, painfully scorching.
His entire body, every nerve was pulled tight, making it hard for him to control himself as his voice turned hoarse.
After a while, Lu Yanhe finally suppressed the throb in his heart, mustered the courage to raise his hand and touch Lu Chen's tender little face.
But he didn't linger long, quickly withdrawing his hand, afraid of accidentally bursting this beautiful dream like a bubble.
