Looking at the steamed buns in her hand, Nan Xi's eyes became sore.
The buns were still hot, warming the palm of her hand.
From childhood to adulthood, she had never enjoyed any warmth from her father.
Those two words were just a term she was obliged to utter, devoid of any further meaning.
However, the moment the familial love suddenly arrived, she realized that she was just a child after all, yearning for the same warm fatherly love as everyone else.
She didn't ask for much, even just these small steamed buns were enough to satisfy her.
Her eyes reddened.
Taking a deep breath, Nan Xi forcefully stuffed the small steamed bun into her mouth and began to eat.
It was delicious, the same taste as in her childhood.
Seeing her eat one, Du Guokun immediately stood next to her, cautiously asking, "Girl, how is it? Is it tasty?"
"Not bad."
"Good, good, good, then you should eat a few more."
