In her previous life, even when she lived with Yuanfeng, she carried the heavy shadow of knowing the original plot and fearfully observing every twist.
She had grown up suffocating herself with worry over the story's future, over the villainess's fate, over her cousin's role, over when disaster might strike.
She forgot to relax.
Forgot to smile.
Forgot… to look at her father properly.
And now?
Now, he fussed over her homework time, bedtime, snacks, bathwater, and pillow softness.
He wrapped her in a blanket burrito because she sneezed once.
He nearly cried because she ate her vegetables.
He bought half the supermarket because she said she liked strawberries.
And she…
She loved it.
She Loved the warmth, her father's warmth speeing in her body when she hugged him, she loved being cherished.
Loved having someone whose whole world revolved around her tiny existence.
