Secretary Song looked at her, suppressing his sadness deep inside his heart. Watching her sleep, he remembered many, many years ago when they were both just children.
Both were orphans, unable to eat enough or keep warm, without even a place to stay, often just finding any spot to sleep at night.
She was so small, always squeezing into his arms, "Xiu, can you hold me, please?"
"Okay."
She really knew how to be coquettish...
He had nothing back then, but holding her felt like holding the whole world.
At this moment, looking at An Jia, his heart was quite conflicted.
After all these years, he had stayed by Cheng Yanzhi's side to prevent more people from ending up like they did.
He simply wanted to do a little more for this world.
Yet unexpectedly, now that he had everything, he was about to lose her.
He lowered his head, kissed her forehead, and kept his eyes on her, afraid to miss every single moment.
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In the morning, Secretary Song got up; An Jia was still sleeping.
