She lowered her head, and tears silently fell to the ground without her noticing.
The man behind her walked over and embraced her from behind, pulling her into his arms.
The deep voice by her ear was almost comforting, "Tangtang, there are still many opportunities, there's still a lot of time, she's only two years old."
"How many two-year periods are there in a lifetime," Luo Qiangwei's vision blurred as she spoke hoarsely, "The most important two years of her growth from birth... I missed them."
The man's thin lips brushed against her ear, his demeanor cool but his breath warm, "There are many years in the rest of life, and you can spend them with her. She doesn't remember much now, it's alright, isn't it?"
Luo Qiangwei, gazing at the stone path ahead that no longer bore her daughter's figure, unusually didn't struggle out of his embrace but instead calmly called out, "Mo Shiche."
"I'm here."
