Itch...

There was a strange feeling on Qin Gengxin's face. He frowned in his dream when he felt something on his face, making him feel itchy and uncomfortable.

Qin Wenqian was lying face down on the soft blanket beside him due to his sudden sitting up. Qin Gengxin struggled for a long time before finally sitting up. His eyes began to ache from the harsh sunlight. He narrowed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. Then, he lowered his head to look at the bundle next to him.

At first glance, it looks like a little girl who was familiar to him. Moreover, this little girl looks exactly like the Qin Wenqian he saw in the photo. At that moment, Qin Gengxin was stunned.

"Heh heh." Qin Wenqian obediently sat down next to him, holding a watercolor pen she had gotten from an unknown place, showing her crook teeth, looking happy as she tilted her head and looked at him, "Daddy, you're up!"

Qin Gengxin was stunned for a moment. He thought he was still dreaming, and after staring at her for a long time, he finally revealed a confused expression, but he unconsciously raised his hand and placed it on the girl's head, awkwardly patting her. "Qianqian?"

His voice was filled with uncertainty.

Qin Wenqian soon became very excited. She straightened her back and puffed out her plump stomach, then said with a smile, "Daddy!"

After being called twice, Qin Gengxin apparently woke up from a wonderful dream and stared at her blankly. He raised his hand to tug his short hair, which was slightly messy from sleep, before turning his head to look around.

Why was he here?

Before he could even react, that small, meaty thing jumped into his embrace and sat right on his lap.

Qin Wenqian raised her face and looked at him hopefully. "Daddy, you're really my father, aren't you?"

When she said that, she raised her head and kissed him right under his stubbled chin. "Daddy, answer me. You really are my father. Daddy, you won't leave in the future, right?"

The soft, sticky voice belonged to a child. Because Qin Wenqian was still young, her speech was not smooth, and Qin Gengxin didn't really understand what she meant, but if he listened carefully, he could still understand the meaning behind her words.

Qin Gengxin didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he looked at the little girl sitting on his lap.

This is his daughter?

This is what he saw in the photos...

His daughter...

Qin Wenqian…

Only three years old, his daughter, with his blood on her …

Little Thing...

Because he didn't want to face his children two years ago, Qin Gengxin avoided her all the time. He was afraid that if he really did meet her, his heart would soften.

Just like now.

Qin Gengxin could not tell what suddenly entered his heart. He just looked at her, hearing the anticipation and naivety in the little girl's voice, and he couldn't help but slowly raised his hand and pinched her little face, as if he were pinching the little thing in front of him for real.

Usually when Xian Guiying teased her child, she sometimes pinched her nose or face. So when Qin Gengxin pinched Qin Wenqian's face with a confused expression, she immediately laughed.

"Daddy!" She called again.

Qin Gengxin wanted to laugh, but he couldn't do it. The corners of his mouth twitched a few times before he raised both his hands and pinched both her cheeks gently.

Qin Wenqian's face was so distorted in his father's hand that it looked like it was about to be crushed. Eventually, she felt a little uncomfortable and sullen. "Daddy, what do you want to do?"

Realizing that he was treating his daughter like a piece of rubber, Qin Gengxin immediately let go of his hand. He just sat on the bed and stared at the little thing on his lap. The duo of father and daughter stared at each other in that weird posture for a long time.

Even though he didn't go home, he would occasionally look at pictures of the child these past two years. He knew that the child's eyebrows and nose were very similar to his, and the child's eyes were very similar to Xian Guiying's, but looking at such a lively and lifelike little person at such a close distance, he couldn't describe the feeling he had at this moment.

His heart almost melted!

Qin Wenqian, on the other hand, stared at Qin Gengxin's face while laughing. Her hand was still holding the watercolor pen tightly.

When the door was gently pushed open, Dalisay, who had just finished preparing powdered milk for Qin Wenqian, entered the room. When she saw Qin Gengxin, she was shocked. "Mr. Qin, you're awake. You…"

Before she could finish her sentences, her expression suddenly froze. She looked at Qin Gengxin's face with a strange expression.

"En." In the end, Qin Gengxin could only say one word.

He then turned and glanced at Dalisay. With a frown, he asked, "What's with that expression?"

"Mr. Qin ...Your face ..." Dalisay looked like she wanted to laugh but didn't dare. She carefully raised her hand and pointed to her face.

Qin Gengxin was suspicious. He looked at Dalisay, then to Qin Wenqian, who was smiling happily on his lap. He picked up the child and placed her on the blanket before turning to get off the bed.

Footsteps came from outside the door. Dalisay turned around and looked toward the door. "Madam, did you come back from your run?"

Xian Guiying, who had gone out to jog near the area for half an hour after getting up, walked in. She was wearing a set of light yellow short-sleeved t-shirt, cotton sports pants with long hair tied into a beautiful ponytail. Her face was still without makeup, and her young, white, and tender skin looked natural and fresh in the sunlight that shone through the window in the morning.

It was just like Xian Guiying, who just arrived in the United States at seventeen. She didn't dress seriously, and she also didn't wear makeup. She looked clean and energetic.

It was like time didn't change her. She was still the same person from eleven years ago and had never changed.

Qin Gengxin glanced at her and saw how she dressed. He was stunned for a moment but said nothing. Before he got out of bed, Qin Wenqian pulled his hand and hugged him tightly, begging in a low voice, "Daddy, don't go ..."