Regrettably, his beloved has passed away, and he would never see Yinyin's smile again.
The former had passed away, leaving only beautiful memories. Any additional thoughts would only intensify regret and sadness.
The Qingcong in front of him, his precious daughter, was very much alive.
She was the only flesh and blood he and Yinyin left in this world, a treasure he intended to cherish and protect for the rest of his life.
As long as he could be with her, it didn't matter where they were—everything was the same.
With a sense of home in one's heart, one can find a home everywhere.
Without a home in one's heart, one is always a wanderer.
Shen Qingcong saw Sikou Yu sitting silently alone there, which was quite intimidating.
Bracing herself, she walked up to him and cautiously reached out to cling to his arm.
She felt Sikou Yu's body stiffen.
