He took the drawing from Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling's hands and looked at the naive strokes outlined by the crayons, every mark seemingly filled with love…
Qin Nanyu felt a swelling in his chest, uncomfortable.
Frustration, heartache, jealousy… he felt a mix of emotions.
Yet, faced with Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling's pure and clear gaze, he couldn't utter a single bad word.
In a sort of self-abandon, he lavished praise on the drawing in his hands.
He wished he could praise it to the skies.
Except for his daughter, nobody else could draw like this.
He praised Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling so much that she squinted with joy, stretching her little arms out for a hug.
Having spent the night waiting for even a glance from his daughter, Qin Nanyu finally felt complete in this moment. Just as he was about to discreetly discard the drawing, Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling suddenly reached out and took it.
She unfolded it and took a look, objectively assessing her own work.
