It was Diwu Zexuan's idea to have Yu Xiuzhun lie on the hospital bed, recreating the moment Meimei was born three years ago.
Yu Xiuzhun had missed the crucial day his daughter was born, and now, given the chance to make amends, he would never refuse.
Diwu Zexuan and his assistant had gone out to fetch Meimei, while Yu Xiuzhun was already lying down in advance.
His body, tense and rigid like a stone statue, was tightening inch by inch due to nervousness.
As he imagined the picture of seeing his daughter soon, Yu Xiuzhun's heart raced, feeling as if it would leap out of his chest at any moment.
Only through repeated deep breaths was he able to maintain a bit of rationality.
When he heard the sound from the wall, his hands were already clenched into fists from nervousness.
As he sensed Meimei stepping towards him, countless thoughts flashed through his mind within a second...
Meimei's cry of "Daddy" struck his ears like a bolt of lightning.
