At dusk.
Snowflakes began to dance in Lingzhou, and the sky was hazed with fog, cold winds cutting through.
"Daddy—"
In the Yan Family living room, Jiujiu saw Yu Chiyin arrive and happily dashed down from the second floor.
Xiaoyi held his little hands behind his back, with a grand posture, unhurriedly like an adult. Yet, his steps also noticeably quickened.
By the time he reached downstairs, he saw his little sister already in Yu Chiyin's lap, both hugging each other with great intimacy.
"Daddy, where have you been these days? You were not here, and both brother and I missed you so much!"
Jiujiu wrapped her little chubby hands around Yu Chiyin's neck, rubbing her little face against his forehead vigorously, coquettishly filled with excitement.
"Did Jiujiu really miss me?" Yu Chiyin gently felt the soft flesh around his daughter's waist, his eyebrows raised in a skeptical expression.
