From afar, it was clear that the relationship between the two children was very good.
They held hands, occasionally speaking to each other and bursting into laughter.
Lu Qiancheng wasn't an outgoing child, but he enjoyed interacting with Ji Jiaxin, taking care of her like an older brother and liked playing with her.
Over time, their friendship had skyrocketed to the point where they would eat and sleep together and even hold hands on the way to and from school.
Lu Jincheng watched from a distance, feeling warm, blissful, and comforted by the scene.
If only Xinxin were his daughter, how great that would be.
An older brother holding his younger sister's hand, the siblings bouncing and jumping out together—the very thought was beautiful.
But then, recalling Ji Yao's words was like pouring a bucket of cold water over him, extinguishing all his fantasies, leaving nothing but a sigh.
Suddenly, Lu Jincheng's gaze sharpened as he realized something was amiss.
