After speaking, she planted a big kiss on Mrs. He's cheek.
"Oh dear, you little rascal, you've made my face all greasy!"
Though Mrs. He voiced her displeasure, her eyes were curved in a joyful smile.
That happiness, that joy, was undoubtedly from the heart.
He Tianxin tightened her grip on her chopsticks, the veins on the back of her hand standing out.
Actually, she could join in too, the four of them chatting and laughing together, enjoying a warm family moment.
But the pain from her past life felt like a chasm, forcibly separating her from her family.
Although Mr. He was smiling at his wife and younger daughter, he didn't neglect He Tianxin.
Seeing He Tianxin looking a bit lonely, Mr. He quickly picked up a piece of pork intestine and put it into her bowl, "Xinxin, your favorite pork intestine, eat up."
"...Okay!" He Tianxin looked down at the pork intestine in her bowl, then glanced at her father's loving smile, and felt a warm current flow through her heart.
