"How many is this?"
Chi Xiu held up one finger and asked Xue Wuyang.
"One."
Xue Wuyang stared at the finger in terror, then glanced at Chi Xiu in terror before looking around the room in terror. She looked as though she had just awakened from a nightmare.
At that moment, Chi Xiu's index finger was suddenly grabbed by a chubby little hand.
He looked down. The little one in his arms raised her head, her two sparkling mismatched eyes looking at Chi Xiu. The rims of her eyes and her nose were red.
But she had stopped crying, as though she had regained consciousness.
"Yangyang."
"Papa."
For a moment, Chi Xiu's eyes brimmed with tears. He hugged the little one's face and gave her a fierce kiss.
His daughter had finally regained consciousness!
That meant there should no longer be any problem with Xue Wuyang's soul.
Chi Xiu looked toward Xue Wuyang, only to find her staring blankly at the white-clad Chi Xiu sitting by the bed.
She then looked at Chi Xiu strangely, seemingly asking with her eyes, "What's going on?"
Chi Xiu did not hide anything and directly asked, "Do you know who he is?"
Upon hearing this, the white-clad Chi Xiu raised his head and left the room.
"I'll step out first. You two talk. Once you're done, Chi Xiu, come out for a moment."
"Huh?"
Chi Xiu watched the white-clad Chi Xiu leave with a puzzled expression.
The conflict between that father and daughter looks pretty deep!
When he turned around, Chi Xiu froze.
Xue Wuyang had actually started crying, tears streaming down her face faster than she could wipe them away.
"You just woke up. Why are you crying? What are you crying for?"
Chi Xiu hurriedly sat by the bed and placed the