He had only been whipped a few times. Though it looked frightening, it didn't actually cause any serious harm, he thought he could walk.
"Just stay still, carrying you is as easy as carrying a suitcase," Gu Junzhu joked, then picked him up and began to walk out.
Lingyue's body stiffened.
It had been a long, long time since anyone had held him like this.
His grandmother had held him when he was a child.
But by the time he was two or three years old, she could no longer lift him.
In the past, he would feel envious when he saw children being held by their parents.
But later on, he stopped feeling envious.
He knew that no matter how much he envied them, he would never have that.
But today, he actually received it.
Was this what it feels like to be held by a father?
Broad, warm, and full of safety.
For some reason, Lingyue felt a sudden urge to cry.
His hand reached around Gu Junzhu's back and gently grasped his clothes, holding on tighter and tighter.
