The next day, Qin Qin rarely lingered in bed after waking up in her new home, even stretching lazily when she got up.
She pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window in her room and walked out to the small balcony, watching the rising sun in the distance. A faint golden light enveloped Qin Qin's cheeks, casting a layer of mystery over her fair, flawless face as a gentle smile appeared.
"Qin Qin, are you up?" Lee Fong's soft call came from outside the door, and Qin Qin turned and walked out.
After a hearty breakfast, Qin Qin approached Qin An, "Daddy, let me treat your arm."
Qin An was sitting in the living room watching TV and was startled by his daughter's proposition, subconsciously covering his numb right arm. "Qin Qin, there's no cure for Daddy's arm. Don't bother trying anymore." His voice carried a trace of despair.
Qin Qin's hands tenderly grasped his arm, "No, Daddy, have faith in me."
Lu Xue Zhen and Lee Fong came over, moved by the father-daughter conversation.
