Sure enough, in no time, the little one's crying slowly quieted down and then gradually stopped.
Seeing the little one truly struggling with the heat, and realizing he hadn't noticed his discomfort, Jun Moyan felt a deep sense of guilt.
"An'an, I'm sorry, it's my fault as a dad."
Watching the little one cry miserably, Jun Moyan felt heartbroken and guilty, kissing the little one's forehead; it was even more painful than taking a bullet himself.
The little one lay on Jun Moyan's shoulder, his tiny hands gripping his shoulder, sobbing intermittently, his small body convulsing with every breath, his little mouth occasionally pouting pitifully.
"An'an, don't cry anymore; it's daddy's fault."
Jun Moyan tenderly stroked the little one's back.
Suddenly he recalled something and had Qing Yi drive to a certain place...
Twenty or so minutes later, the car stopped outside a dessert shop.
Looking at the dessert shop outside the car, Jun Moyan couldn't help but sink into his memories.
