Zhao Ruihai held the young girl in his arms... it was incredibly unbelievable.
He couldn't describe this inexplicable feeling.
It was as if...
he had suddenly returned to over a decade ago, holding his daughter Zhao Yingjun's little hand, visiting parks, having fun, and going to school.
Although Yingjun had matured and become independent quite early, distancing herself from her parents in her teens and starting to have her own thoughts,
but as a father, who wouldn't miss the times when his daughter rode on his back or neck, her hair tied in two ponytails, affectionately calling out 'daddy, daddy'?
He shifted his position, allowing the headlights of the Red Flag cars to illuminate the girl's face more clearly.
Yan Mei also leaned in, studying carefully.
With the change in the angle of the light, some differences indeed became noticeable.
"Old Zhao..."
Yan Mei took out a handkerchief from her pocket, wiped the mud and water from the girl's face, and said,