"Panpan~"
Seeing his daughter standing in the middle of the runway, looking dazed and foolish, Pan Guoliang called out.
It would have been fine if he hadn't called, but once he did, it seemed to activate some kind of switch.
She suddenly ran towards the side of the runway.
"Panpan~"
Seeing this, Pan Guoliang became anxious and hurriedly shouted once more.
Due to the angle, and with trees blocking his view, his daughter instantly disappeared from sight.
He wanted to go over but was blocked by the underbrush, so he could only follow the park path, taking a big detour.
Park paths are usually not straight; they wind and twist, adding a sense of artistry, and this park was no exception.
"Yan Weiyi?"
Panpan, who had hurried over, suddenly stopped in her tracks and took half a step back, showing a bit of timidity.
The familiar face, the familiar smile, as bright and dazzling as the sun, so much so that she dared not look directly at him.
"It's me, Panpan..."
