Just as Su Fan was gearing up for battle, a quick glance and an accidental sweep across Wu Miao's bedside table stopped him in his tracks.
There was a photo on it.
When he saw the photo, Su Fan's movements froze.
So did his eyes.
"No, it can't be, right?"
He stood there, stunned.
With her eyes closed tight, waiting for the storm to hit, Wu Miao grew anxious as her 'raging dragon' had yet to come in.
Opening her eyes, she urged the petrified Su Fan.
"Please, don't make me wait any longer, come here now, I can't wait another second."
Su Fan lifted his hand, pointing to the photo on the bedside table,
"Who's that young girl standing by your side?"
"That's a photo of me with my daughter. Isn't she beautiful?"
Daughter?
Upon receiving Wu Miao's response, Su Fan was completely dumbfounded.
The young girl in the photo was in a white dress, about sixteen or seventeen, very pretty and pure.
Su Fan wasn't shocked by the girl's beauty, but because he knew her.
