บท 1497: Is This Really the End of Us? (Part Eight)

Ming Ansheng enlarged the photo and zoomed in on the dumplings that Su Yue had made. His gaze filled with tenderness and yearning.

'Darling, I have never eaten any dumplings you made.'

"Daddy, am I handsome?"

The door swung open and a little boy dashed in.

Not even Ming Ansheng could ignore his cuteness and innocence.

Ming Ansheng glanced at the boy wearing a bright red traditional costume. He was fair and chubby, and his eyes were huge.

He came to Ming Ansheng and tugged at his elbow. "Daddy, let's go eat."

The boy raised his head, and his innocent-looking eyes peered at Ming Ansheng intently. Anticipation was clear in his eyes.

Ming Ansheng quietly smiled.

He felt conflicted as he watched the little boy.

Although he didn't reject this child… he didn't know how to accept him either.

This child was warm and enthusiastic towards him, but he didn't respond.

"Ansheng, time for dinner."