Gu Qingchen looked at the crying little one, whose face had already begun to resemble Bei Ran.
The thought of Bei Ran brought an unbearable ache to his heart.
He held the small child as if she were a precious treasure, gently wiping the tears off her little face. The child's tears were like drops falling onto his heart, one after another, scorching his soul.
The entire room was silent.
Only the child's sobs could be heard, and Gu Qingchen didn't tell her to stop crying.
Perhaps, crying was the best way to release those emotions.
He had not taken good care of the little one; she had gotten sick, and he had not been there for her. For a child, crying and feeling scared were perfectly normal reactions.
"Daddy..." the little one looked at him, "where's Mommy?"
Although the older one had not asked, he had always been thinking about this, especially so late at night and still not having seen Bei Ran.
