You Mean the World to Me (12)

He was over the moon to hear An Xiaxia call him "dad."

After over 20 years, his daughter had finally acknowledged him.

Tears streaked Mr. Song's aged face as he went up to An Xiaxia and held her hand. "There, there. Qingchen, dad is right here. Don't be afraid."

An Yibei frowned a little at that name.

An Xiaxia tilted her head, her vision all blurry. She had taken Mr. Song for Papa An and smiled sweetly at him. "Dad… let's go home…"

Song Qingwan collapsed to the ground.

Mr. Song seemed to have forgotten all about her. He never gave her a second look, and only held An Xiaxia tightly in his arms, completely forgetting himself.

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When An Xiaxia sobered up the following day, An Yibei walked her through what she had done the previous night with an impassive face. The only thought in An Xiaxia's head was: let me die.

Now!