In those years when she longed for fatherly love, he hadn't appeared; instead, he showed up only when she was desperate, had lost hope, and was planning to give up...
Couldn't help but feel it's ironic; this is simply a joke played by fate!
Her heart felt like a heavy stone was lodged in her chest, stuffy and extremely uncomfortable.
She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, but none could dispel the feeling of sullenness and anxiety inside her.
Lu Jihan massaged her for a while, reached out his big hand, and held hers: "Do you want to go out for a walk?"
His voice was gentle, low, very pleasant, with the unique magnetism of a man.
Song Yinyin shook her head, holding his hand back, interlocking fingers tightly with him.
She looked back at Song Dabai on the bed and shook her head: "Forget it, let's not go out; Dabai is still sleeping. If he wakes up, he'll cry to find me again."
She was ready to get up and leave, but Lu Jihan caught her wrist.
