Tian Sangsang looped the red rope around his small neck and tied a tight knot at the end. Her gaze carried a hint of complexity: "Yanyan, wear this and don't take it off easily, nor give it to anyone lightly, understand?"
"Mom, I got it. I like it." Meng Shuyan held the thumb ring curiously, brushing it with his small fingers, asking with surprise: "Is this something very important?"
Tian Sangsang stayed silent for a moment before speaking honestly: "It's something your father left behind. Today, Mom is giving it to you for safekeeping." Though she didn't want Meng Shuyan to acknowledge his biological father—after all, he was nothing more than a fleeting presence—she couldn't deprive her child of his father's relic, could she?
"Dad..."
The little one murmured softly, staring intently at the thumb ring in his hands. Suddenly, his eyes grew red.
