"This is..."
"This is the gift from me, as his uncle, to my nephew." Dan Hanxi's gentle voice slowly emerged.
The lines on his face were somewhat taut, silently conveying tension.
Even his hand, slightly clenched.
"I carved it myself, the scripture on it is my blessing to him."
"..."
"About the wedding, I've always owed you an apology. Not because I ruined your wedding, but because I took Tingye away. At that moment, I truly had murderous thoughts, wanting Dan Hanjie to watch his own son die right in front of him."
But in the end, he softened.
Seeing the gentle little fellow crying pitifully in front of him, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
After moving into the private villa, seeing the little one who liked to cling to him and listen to him speak, meeting the pure, innocent eyes of the child, hearing him softly call him "uncle"...
Dan Hanxi realized how absurdly wrong he was.
No matter what mistakes adults have made, the child's world is innocent.
