บท 1388: The Meaning of the Tattoo (Part Fourteen)

His gaze lingered on the dining table for a few seconds. Frustration and self-accusation filled him up.

Without changing out of his shoes, he entered the front porch and looked towards the sofa.

The small girl was curled up in a corner of the sofa. If he didn't look closely, he might have missed her.

"Yueyue," Ming Ansheng called out as he rushed over to her. He bent over and scooped her up.

It woke her up.

Su Yue sleepily opened her eyes. She pouted when she saw the familiar, handsome face. "Uncle Ming, why did you turn off your phone?"

It was as if she was sleep-talking. She closed her eyes and had no further movement.

Ming Ansheng's heart ached. He couldn't hold in his longing for her. His… love for her.

He hugged her tightly in his arms, and he kissed her smooth face with his soft lips. "Yueyue, will you wake up to have a candlelit dinner with me?"