It seemed like in the blink of an eye, his little girl had grown up, and soon, she would become his wife.
And he had reached the age of standing firm on his own.
Gong Heng felt somewhat emotional.
Holding her in his arms, his large hand gently rubbed her shoulder...
"Mianmian, I love you."
From the first time he saw her, he had seen an angel, and from that moment, she was deeply imprinted in his heart.
He had envisioned many smooth paths forward, initially planning to get engaged when she turned eighteen, get married after she graduated from university at twenty-two, and then have children when she was twenty-five.
Or maybe when she was thirty.
Afterward, they would live happily ever after.
If that incident hadn't happened, if he hadn't made that decision, he wouldn't have taken such an extreme path, and he wouldn't have obtained her in such a cruel way.
In the end, he was helpless and could only be etched in her heart through cruelty.
Actually, he regretted it very much.
