Xin Zimen's eyes shook violently when he looked at the photo of the adorable little girl in Zhao Huan's hands. She had two ponytails and a big bright smile on her face while playing with soap bubbles. He didn't even think before taking the photo from her and saying deliberately, "You shouldn't be touching my stuff."
Zhao Huan took a deep breath when she saw his expression of melancholy mixed with longing. She placed her hand on his shoulder as she said, "Xiao Zi, what's wrong? I know you got this sudden fever because of this photo but the question is what reminded you of your little daughter? You have always been very good at concealing your emotions. But you aren't doing a very good job right now."
Xin Zimen slid the photo frame under his pillow as he said, "I just miss her. Am I not even allowed to miss my own daughter now?"
"You miss her every single day," said Zhao Huan sincerely. "Can't you tell me what really happened?"
