Wen Wan's words were both comforting and moving.
Lu Xingzhou's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
Being able to hear his daughter acknowledge him during his lifetime, he felt that everything he had done in the past decades was worthwhile.
"Your mother and I can't look after you by your side, so you must take good care of yourself." His eyes filled with warmth and deep concern.
At the age of twenty-two, Wen Wan felt fatherly love from the second man in her life.
This man was her biological father.
Holding her son's small hand, she bade farewell to her parents and two-year-old brother, then turned back to her carriage.
Recalling the scene at the city gate from earlier, she got a little distracted.
Beside her, Jinbao suddenly asked, "Why is mother's brother younger than Jinbao?"
Wen Wan almost choked.
This cheeky boy, always asking such offbeat questions.
She patiently replied, "Yan Li is younger than you, so that means his seniority is higher!"
