Feeling a slight tug on his hem, the man hastily wiped his face and looked down.
Sure enough, it was his daughter.
Little Guy looked at him, confused and worried.
He crouched down and pulled his daughter into his arms.
"Qiqi... I'm sorry..."
"I should've been the one protecting you..."
"Daddy's no good."
"I didn't protect you properly."
"And I even made you worry about me..."
Thinking of what was written on that piece of paper, the man's eyes grew hot, and tears streamed down his face again.
I can't tell Daddy.
Daddy will be all alone.
No one will cook for Daddy.
No one will keep Daddy company.
Daddy is so pitiful.
Qiqi can't be a burden to Daddy.
"You silly girl."
"Qiqi."
The man took a deep breath. "You're the most important thing to me."
"How could Daddy ever be alone?"
He knew that the way he'd acted after his wife had passed away had probably affected his daughter.
Actually, during that time, he hadn't only been grieving his wife's death. He'd also been distressed and frustrated by his daughter's trauma and her inability to speak.
Later, he had married his current wife.
She was a gentle, mild-mannered woman.
She hadn't minded that his daughter had some unusual needs, and she'd always looked at her tenderly.
He'd thought he had found a good wife, and a good mother for his daughter.
But...
It had all been wishful thinking.
"You still have Qiqi, don't you?"
"Qiqi will stay with Daddy, right?"
The girl nodded.
She would always stay with Daddy.
"What a silly girl."
Feeling the child move in his arms, the man smiled and reached up to dab at the corners of his eyes.
He tried to stop his tears.
"Don't believe what other people