Xu Jie still wore a mask, but now he was able to look directly into Wenyan's eyes when he spoke.
Although his voice had lost its subtle modulations due to damage to his vocal cords.
But Wenyan could still feel the gentleness in his tone and the fatherly love of a father for his daughter.
"Wenyan, I don't know what your family members usually call you. May I call you Yanyan?"
"Of course, that's what they also call me."
Xu Jie nodded: "Yanyan."
He tentatively called out once, as if even those two characters were as precious to him.
"Yanyan, everything about you is like a gift from heaven to me. I'm genuinely happy that you exist in this world, and I'm glad you're doing so well, truly, these are my heartfelt thoughts. But please forgive me, I really don't want to scare you.
