Book Synopsis
He sat in the carriage, slightly lowering his head, his gaze focused on the rouge box in his hands. The image of Yaxin's joyful expression upon seeing this gift flashed through his mind, and a smile crept onto his lips, warm like the spring sun.
The rickshaw came to a slow stop in front of a quiet courtyard on the outskirts of the city. Shen Yichen calmly paid the fare, adjusted his clothes, and walked toward the entrance. Just as he reached the door and was about to raise his hand to knock, it swung open as if it sensed his arrival.
In an instant, a delicate figure dressed in light blue darted toward him like a cheerful little bird, leaping into his embrace before he could even see her face clearly.
At the same time, a soft voice like a nightingale's song fluttered around his ear: "Father, Yaxin has been waiting for you for a long time."
Shen Yichen was momentarily taken aback but instinctively wrapped his strong arms around her gently. However, when his fingers brushed against something soft, he felt as if he had been burned by fire and quickly pulled away, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face.
He steadied her by holding her shoulders and gently pushed her back a little. His eyes held a mix of helplessness and affection as he said, "Yaxin, you're already seventeen; you still act like a child."
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