"It must have been hard, right?"
"It was probably for the best that she's gone. After so many years, unable to wake up, she must have been tired too."
Rubbing his forehead, he sighed wearily. "Actually, I'm tired too."
"From the age of ten until now, I've been like a machine that never dared to stop, afraid that if I did, you'd be thrown out onto the street and bullied by that man again."
"It's just a shame. I'd originally planned to bring her to see you in a few days."
"I don't know whether you ever had such a wish—to see your son start a family and establish a career."
"I think you probably did. So I brought her here today, so you could meet her too."
Thinking of the woman waiting anxiously for him at the door, Du Muhan suddenly felt that he actually wasn't lonely at all. The days ahead would probably be wonderful, wouldn't they?
"She's wonderful. She's very beautiful, extremely clever, and outstanding in every way. She also has a pair of incredibly beautiful, almost magical hands. Her temper is just a little bad."
When he mentioned Su Qiao's slightly fiery temper, there was no trace of dislike in Du Muhan's eyes. Instead, a gratified smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"But that's what I like most about her."
"Because of that, no one will ever be able to bully her. She'll never be like you, able only to hold your head and endure a man's punches and kicks, or hug your own child while enduring his beating together."
"Forget it. Let's not talk about the past. I'll call her in and let you see her."
Du Muhan no longer felt as oppressed as he had before coming. He felt much better.
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