Gu Fuju's face showed no emotion; his eyes were deep, but there was a sudden pain in his heart.
It wasn't that the choice was difficult, but rather Yu Tingwan's indifference. This child had no hope in her real parents and didn't believe they would choose her.
Eighteen years, indeed, was too long.
He and Jiasan had been absent from this child's life for eighteen whole years.
He had never seen the girl babbling or taking her first steps.
Nor had he held her hand to teach her how to use a brush to write.
Even coming back from court in the early morning, he had never taken a detour to buy her a bag of her favorite snacks.
Jiasan had endured the pain of childbirth once for her. Now that she had grown into a young lady, he had not been able to do anything for her.
Gu Fuju's hand fell powerlessly.
Hurried footsteps came from behind.
"Child."
Jiasan had already learned from Gu Fuju about how much this child had suffered. She also knew what she had been through.
