Capítulo 338: Father's Death

Cen Juan bent down and squatted in front of Fu Ting. He looked up into the girl's red and moist eyes and lowered his voice to comfort her." It's all in the past.""

The man raised his hand slightly, his well-defined fingers holding Fu Ting's delicate hand.

The little girl's hand was very small, only half the size of his hand. It was soft and tender as it stuck into his palm. With a slight force, it penetrated through the gaps between his fingers and interlocked with hers." Don't be afraid.""

Fu Ting felt particularly upset. She tried her best to hold back her tears." Is it really over?"

Cen Juan raised his eyes and stared at the girl. His voice was a little hoarse." Then you can feel me properly.""

Fu Ting blinked. The man slowly approached her and pulled her into his arms with one hand. He said softly," Do you feel my passion? It can't be more real."

Fu Ting,"Wei"

*

Fu Pei woke up in the morning.