True affection—
Xiang Minghou's arms tightened around the child. 'So Pangtuan thinks the same way I do,' he thought. 'We're truly kindred spirits.'
Blood ties truly weren't that important to him. For him, they were more of a burden. Ever since this child appeared, he felt it didn't matter whether they were related by blood or not.
'She is my daughter, Xiang Minghou's daughter! My only daughter!'
"I wasn't trying to shirk my responsibility back then. Although I had my own hang-ups, I never forgot that Ye Qian saved my life. I sent people to Nanyuan to look for her, but everyone said she was dead." Zhan Chi's voice was quiet, laced with deep dejection.
From the very beginning, he'd been convinced that the old woman and the child were acting on someone else's orders. He thought someone was using the events of that year to stir up trouble… The one thing he never considered was that it was all true.
