"Dad, why do I see you reading this book every day? You've read it so many times. Is it really that good?"
A little girl with glossy black hair tied in a ponytail was nestled on the lap of a composed man with loose, long hair. In his hands was a book titled Qian Jie.
He gently folded a page, then slowly closed the book. Stroking the girl's head tenderly, he smiled and said:
"You're already eight, and you still like cuddling up to your dad. Why don't you go play with your mom?"
"Because Dad is always busy and hardly ever plays with me. I'm afraid that if we don't play together much anymore, you won't love me."
The little girl lowered her head and murmured.
The man smiled faintly, then looked out the window at the brilliant peach blossoms in bloom and murmured to himself:
"Spring is here. Xiao Qian, are you doing all right over there?"
The little girl looked confused and asked:
"You call out Xiao Qian's name every day, but I've never seen him. Who is he?"
The man lowered his head and looked at the book in his hands. A trace of sorrow mingled in his gaze. Then he closed his eyes, turned to his daughter, and said:
"He's your uncle, and the protagonist of this novel."
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Coming from station b, the author should work hard
Yes, compared to other time travel stories, your works are simpler and more detailed.