It somewhat resembles the wound in the dream.
Sigh, the plot still hasn't treated him kindly.
Lin Ling was so scared she burst into tears, "Daddy, there's such a big cut on your face, does it hurt a lot?"
"It doesn't hurt."
Song Tingfan stared intently at the woman who hadn't spoken, his hands hanging by his sides gradually clenched.
He had thought about hiding until the wound healed before coming out.
But she's waiting for him with the child.
He couldn't let them wait any longer.
Even if she found him repulsive...
"Ling'er, stop crying, daddy coming back is something to be happy about."
Seeing the man's appearance, Lin Qiao inexplicably felt a sting in her eyes, then took his hand and said, "Let's go inside and apply some medicine."
He really was a fool, becoming self-conscious over a wound, afraid to see them.
Looking at the hand holding his wrist, Song Tingfan was stunned for a moment, the immense panic and insecurity dissipated.
She didn't find it repulsive.
