It turned out that God had heard his prayers, day and night. After he had sacrificed everything that he had, God had finally been willing to return the light to him.
The drifting soul had returned and was finally tied to his hand.
Shen Zhijing's heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.
For a moment, he almost thought that it was a dream.
No, he did not even dare to have such a dream.
However, the warmth coming from the hand that was touching him confirmed to him that it was true.
She was Tangtang.
She was back.
She said, "Dad, aren't you going to hug your Tangtang?"
Shen Zhijin felt a lump in his throat and finally raised his hand.
His voice was very low and very soft, like a traveler who had walked alone in the desert for too long. His voice was extremely dry and hoarse.
"Tangtang, let Daddy hug you."
He put his arms around her shoulders and hugged her tightly.
