"Dad, do you still love my mommy or not?"
Seeing her father staring blankly at her, not answering for a long time, Leng Xue became a bit anxious.
Her little face was full of anger.
Tang Wanjun snapped out of it, stared at his daughter, and clearly uttered a word, "Love."
Love?
He thought, he should love her, right?
Otherwise, after she left, he wouldn't miss them day and night, yearning for the mother and daughter, missing them to the point of going crazy.
If he didn't love, he would have no feelings at all after they left.
The feeling of loss was too strong, yearning for them to return to his side, longing to give the child a complete and healthy family.
If heaven could give him another chance, he would surely cherish it very much.
"Dad, I love you too."
Leng Xue stood up and voluntarily dashed into Tang Wanjun's arms.
