McDull, with his innocent appearance, melted Song Zhen's heart.
He feigned a sudden realization, just to go along with his beloved son, "My goodness!
So your mommy likes these things?
No wonder I could never coax her effectively!
I'll have someone buy them right away, lots and lots of them, and pile them in front of her!"
McDull's dark pupils filled with surprise. He smiled broadly and nodded repeatedly, "Mm-hmm, mm-hmm!"
Seeing the child's happy expression, Song Zhen took the opportunity to hug him and place him on his lap.
In his arms.
Kissing him over and over.
In the face of McDull's childlike innocence, Song Zhen felt a heavy guilt in his heart.
He could understand Gu Xinzhou's feelings.
Between them, it wasn't just those years that they had missed.
They had also lost a Dabao, as lovable as McDull.
This mix of surprise and sorrow tormented Song Zhen.
It also constantly motivated him: from now on, his days would be dedicated to his son and his mother.
