Later, she really came back, and she brought the child of her and that man.
Bitterness filled his heart, but isn't this already an unchangeable fact? She didn't love him, and never gave him any illusions.
So be it, as long as she's alive, that's good. At least he can still see her, touch her, and find her traces.
That's enough.
Putting away his thoughts, Duan Tang raised his eyes with a warm smile at An Yiqing.
"I have always only killed people, never held a child. Xi An's smile is very much like yours, very beautiful."
An Yiqing's eyes flickered as she grinned slightly, "Bai Yiming recognized Xiao Bao as a godson. How about you? Do you have any interest?"
Duan Tang pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "One godfather is unique, two are too many, not good. I might as well be his uncle, the one and only!"
An Yiqing raised her eyebrows, tilted her chin, and pointed at An Zhiyan and An Zhihang who were foolishly happy looking at Little Bun, "He already has two uncles."
