After observing for quite a while, by the time June rolled around and that single white hair had naturally fallen out, Qin Guanglin searched for it for a long time but couldn't find it.
He had no idea where it had fallen.
Half a year after finishing his comics, he hadn't picked up a pen again, spending all his days either playing with his daughter at home or going out for strolls. The rocking car in front of the supermarket was almost monopolized by Anya—they couldn't figure out why kids loved it so much.
He even tried to get a feel for it himself—there was no special meaning to it; he just wanted to understand his daughter's enjoyment. But the moment he sat on it, it creaked alarmingly, spooking Qin Guanglin into jumping right off. Thank goodness he hadn't fully sat down.
Otherwise, a man in his thirties breaking a supermarket rocking chair could very well make the news.
Truly a sin.
"Dad's dad is Grandpa, Dad's mom is Grandma~"
