"Dad, you're like Superman—you can do anything!" The eldest daughter blinked her bright, watery eyes, looking at Goodwin with a face full of admiration.
"Dad, you really are amazing! I don't think anyone in the world can beat you!" The younger daughter refused to be outdone, chiming in with her sister in her sweet little voice.
On the way back to the hotel, the two adorable girls chatted nonstop, showering their father, Goodwin, with praise.
Listening to his daughters' innocent compliments, Goodwin felt as if his heart had been soaked in honey, sweet beyond words.
Unable to resist, he gently kissed each of his daughters on their soft, rosy cheeks.
After returning to the hotel, the family gathered around the dining table and enjoyed a lavish, delicious meal.
Once they had filled their stomachs, they curled up together on the sofa to watch an entertaining movie called Despicable Me.
By the time the movie ended, it was already late at night. Filled with warmth and happiness, the family drifted off one after another into sweet dreams.
A dreamless night!
Early the next morning, before dawn had fully broken, Goodwin quietly got up, changed into his workout gear, and headed out for morning training.
When he returned from his workout, he was drenched in sweat, yet exceptionally energized.
After washing up, he joined his family for a nutritious breakfast.
After bidding his family a reluctant farewell, Goodwin strode resolutely toward the training facility.
When he pushed open the doors to the training facility, it was completely empty. Only his own footsteps echoed through the vast arena.
However, Goodwin did not slack off in the slightest. He quickly set down his bag, loosened up his body, and threw himself into an intense yet orderly solo workout.
Second by second, time passed, and