"Dad, Xiao Jin was a quiet child who could play with a Rubik's Cube all afternoon. He liked to pile wood and Lego."
"We can buy them both."
Ye Tianxin cried for a long time, then Xie Xuning supported her as they slowly left the cemetery.
Under the street lamp, the figure of the father and daughter were elongated.
That night, Ye Tianxin slept until dawn. She saw Xiao Jin in her dream. She dreamed that Xiao Jin said, Mom, I love you.
Unlike Ye Tianxin, Xie Xuning stayed up all night.
He carefully sorted out Tianxin's past life in the study, and after finishing sorting it, he locked it in the safe.
His daughter, Tianxin, has been wronged too much.
He, her father, didn't take good care of his daughter. All of this was his fault.
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Li Qingcang drove directly to Yan Ge's apartment.
He stood at the door of the apartment and rang the doorbell.
