"Daddy! We missed you so much!" Xu Lingyu’s voice was as crisp as a bird’s song in the morning.
Xu Wangshu was a bit more reserved, but his grip on his father’s arm remained firm, showing no sign of letting go. "Dad, Mommy often tells us stories about you."
Xushu stood still, letting his two children hang onto him. A strange, familiar feeling welled up in his heart—the small dimple on the right corner of Xu Wangshu’s mouth when he smiled, the habit Xu Lingyu had of tilting her head slightly when she spoke—they all reminded him of a young Lou Xiaoe. But even more amazing was that he could see his own reflection in these two children he had never met before.
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