An Jing glanced at the large paper-cut in Su Changyi's hand and laughed, "Thanks to your father's skillful hands, even if he doesn't tell me, I can tell who's who. Look, even your sister and Ninth Brother are on it."
Su Xing said, "Fortunately, Sister and Ninth Brother are doing well in modern times. If they weren't, not only would you and dad be worried, but I wouldn't be at ease either."
An Jing nodded.
After a while, An Jing finally said, "It's good that you also came here. You don't know how your father and I were living after losing you."
Su Xing immediately teared up and choked, "Dad, mom, I will never worry you again. I will take good care of myself."
"Hmm." An Jing nodded with relief.
Su Changyi tore a few small pieces off the paper-cut, and suddenly there was a small baby next to the silhouette of Su Xing and Taoming Ye, like it was their child.
"Dad..." Su Xing threw herself into Su Changyi's arms, overwhelmed with emotion.
