"I was a bit nervous before coming here." Ning Yi, now relaxed, opened his heart much more.
"Dad, you should understand me, if I can accept Qingqing's marriage, why wouldn't I be able to accept you getting married?"
"I'm glad you can accept it." Ning Yi lowered his eyes.
Yet deep inside, he couldn't help but think that the bond between him and his daughter was closer than that between his ex-wife and their daughter.
"Don't worry, I'll give you my blessing."
Ning Yi looked at his daughter, who seemed to have skipped childhood, always being so reassuring to him and his ex-wife, and was filled with an indescribable sense of guilt. However, he didn't know how to alleviate this guilt, so he sighed deeply and said, almost as if making a promise:
