A hint of sweetness spread in his mouth, and the man suddenly began to sob quietly.
How useless he was!
Not only was he useless, but he had also harmed such a good child.
Seeing that the man's emotions were slowly stabilizing, Fuwa cautiously asked, "Dad, can I stay now?"
He didn't want a good life.
He just wanted to stay with his father.
As long as his father was there, home was there.
Even if his father was lying in bed, he was the only pillar of support in his heart.
"You're not leaving!" The man forced out through his stiff throat, "I won't chase you away anymore."
"Really?" Fuwa immediately brightened up, feeling like the whole world had lit up.
"Hmm." The man nodded.
Fuwa extended a small pinkie finger towards the man, "Dad, let's make a pinkie promise."
The man also extended his hand to Fuwa.
As the father and son held finger to finger, the man asked, "Fuwa, where did you get this candy?"
