He looked up in grief, tears rolling down like an uncontrollable tide.
"Qiuqiu..."
Qiuqiu, naive and unaware, continued to call out, "Daddy..."
Yu Jinqing was overcome with sorrow, holding Qiuqiu tightly, and said to the maid beside him, "You can go now, no need to throw him in the trash. This is my child, and I will raise him!"
The maid nodded in understanding and quietly withdrew.
Afterwards, Yu Jinqing held Qiuqiu and began to look for baby formula.
After all, the child had been hungry all night, and now looked visibly unwell.
Once he had prepared a bottle of milk, he sat on the sofa holding the child, gently patting him while tenderly saying, "Qiuqiu..."
Qiuqiu, delighted to have the milk, would occasionally smile at Yu Jinqing.
The scene was incredibly warm and beautiful.
It seemed as though all the brokenness and misery had already become a thing of the past.
