Ye Qilan couldn't bear to part with his child and embraced her again.
He didn't know when he would return, if ever; the unease of the past few days seemed to be coming true one by one. If he couldn't make it back this time, he would never see his adorable, innocent little daughter again, nor would he be able to watch her grow up.
A thousand times reluctant, ten thousand times reluctant—these were still not enough to describe how he felt at this moment.
He kissed Little Pudding's face fiercely several times before he steeled his heart and handed her over to Age.
But Little Pudding clung to him, refusing to let go. She slapped Age's hands away, "I don't want Uncle Gezi, I want Daddy, I want Daddy..."
Age looked at Ye Qilan helplessly, clearly noticing that something was off with his emotions, and even Little Pudding must have sensed it too. Why else would she refuse to be separated from Ye Qilan?
