Han Jingchen glanced at the world outside the window: "It's freezing cold, how did you come over, no classes today?"
Xinyan held the cup of water her dad handed over: "I took leave for something, missed you, and thought I'd drop by."
Han Jingchen didn't worry at all about his daughter's studies; he knew she had it all figured out. Now his mind was filled with her words, 'missed you.'
For some reason, his eyes welled up.
Xinyan saw his expression: "Dad, are you touched by your little cotton-padded jacket?"
Han Jingchen cooperatively said: "You're right, dad is really touched."
Father and daughter exchanged smiles.
After drinking a cup of hot water, Xinyan warmed up and placed the bag she had brought on the coffee table: "Dad, I knitted you a scarf, see if you like it."
As she said it, she took it out of the bag.
Han Jingchen was even more moved, reaching out to take the scarf: "Thank you, young lady. The color of this scarf is really nice, dad likes it a lot."
