"Darling, is it my Nuannuan?"
Father, just over forty years old, was in his prime. Yet, he looked like an elderly man past sixty, his eyesight failing.
He could barely see the appearance of the girl before him.
But that sweet, soft voice, who else could it be but his Nuannuan?
"Dad! It's me! It's me! I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
Yun Chunnuan had thought before, she didn't regret saving people.
But at this exact moment seeing her father, she regretted it!
Other people's children are still children; her parents raised her so much, should she make them bury someone with black hair?
She didn't know what to say, even an apology seemed ridiculous.
Yun Yi hugged his daughter tightly, the eyes that were already dried from crying once again welled up.
