Tang Zhinian held his daughter tightly, his lips thin and taut, the chapped corner of his mouth splitting open with a cut that bled, like the state of his heart at that moment.
"I can't give you my daughter," Tang Zhinian held Tang Yuxin even tighter. Yuxin was his flesh and blood, growing up under his care. How could he bear to hand her over to others, never to see her again, never to hear her call him "daddy" again.
"You won't give her to us?" Mother Sang's voice rose, "She is my daughter's child. How dare you not hand her over!"
"Yes, she was birthed by your daughter," Tang Zhijun stepped forward to shield his older brother, speaking vehemently, "But my brother is the one who raised her alone."
