He must have tripped by accident, but instead of crying, he gave Song Changsheng a pure, innocent smile.
Looking at those big, watery eyes, Song Changsheng felt all his fatigue melt away. Laughing heartily, he strode forward, scooped up the little tyke, and planted a loud SMACK on his chubby little cheek. "Little Lingyun, it's rare to see you awake. Did you miss me?"
He knew the Grand Elder had officially named the little fellow Song Qingyun, but he was still in the habit of calling him Lingyun. The name was filled with the high hopes he had for the boy.
The little fellow was already a year and a half old. He reached out with a chubby little hand to tightly grip Song Changsheng's collar, lisping in a babyish voice, "Dada."
That single sound was enough to melt Song Changsheng's heart. In two lifetimes, this was the first time he'd truly become a father, and he was overjoyed. A wide grin spread across his face, and he felt so light he could have floated away.
