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He didn't want Lu Mian to spend her whole life healing her childhood; she deserved a more brilliant future.
Xiao Qimo didn't know how to comfort her and turned around gently, as Lu Mian also lifted her head. Rainwater slid down her ink-black hair, soaking her face.
The man pressed her forehead against his chest once more, patting her back soothingly.
"You still have me."
"But..." Lu Mian tilted her head up slightly, her gaze sweeping over the bruise on his cheek without taking it to heart, only with a tone of regret, she said, "You can't be my dad... "
"..." Xiao Qimo's thin lips formed a tight line.
Feeling downcast, Lu Mian smiled and said, "You told me your parents are also very good people, right?"
"Right." The man's deep eyes held a hint of laughter and anticipation.
Could it be that this girl wants...
But soon, Xiao Qimo heard the girl's somewhat hesitant voice, asking tentatively, "Would your parents mind having an extra daughter?"
Xiao Qimo: ...
