"Father, we've only just acknowledged each other, haven't we? Since my identity wasn't confirmed at first, it wasn't appropriate for me to mention this, right?" Feng Wuyou blinked her large, beautiful eyes and spoke confidently.
Jun Moqing felt that his daughter had a point, though in his eyes, they had acknowledged each other from the moment they reunited.
Who knew his daughter had such thoughts hidden away?
No wonder she had flatly refused when he initially offered to help her recover her memories—it was all because she felt guilty.
"Did you paint them?" Jun Moqing was somewhat eager to see what his grandchildren look like, wondering if they were as adorable as his daughter had been as a child.
Caught off guard by the question, Feng Wuyou realized that she hadn't painted her darling babies, despite their cuteness; a real shame. From now on, she must paint them once a year, so when they grow up, they would know what they looked like as children.