But that tenderness did not last long. She raised her head, gently pinched Xiao Ling's waist, and complained with a hint of reproach, "I carried her for over three years all by myself, then raised her alone for so long. Whenever she cried at night, I was the one holding her until dawn. And you, her father, are only meeting your daughter for the first time now. You're completely unqualified."
Xiao Ling's lips stiffened at Medusa's resentful accusation, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.
Naturally, he knew he was in the wrong. He did not argue, merely reaching out to rub the top of Medusa's head as his voice softened further.
"There was simply too much going on in the Central Plains, and I couldn't get away for a while. I've wronged you. But truly, you've worked hard. You gave me such an adorable daughter, and to me, that is the most precious gift in the world."
As he spoke, his fingertips slowly reached over and lightly touched the chubby little hand of the girl lying on the bed.
The little one seemed to sense something. Her curled fingers twitched slightly, and although she was still fast asleep, she stretched out her soft pink hand and firmly grasped his index finger.
That warm, tender touch struck him, and Xiao Ling's heart jolted once more. An unfamiliar yet scorching emotion instantly spread from the depths of his heart, sweeping through every part of his body.
Having lived two lives, this was the first time he had experienced what it felt like to be a father. It was a complicated feeling mixed with joy, cherishment, and confusion, so intense that even his breathing grew lighter.
Medusa took in Xiao Ling's reaction. Seeing his dazed expression as he looked at