[The architect dad who was initially cold on the outside and hot on the inside later became a doting architect father✖️The war orphan from another world who longs for love]
He is a devastated architect who has lost his wife and children. His empty home is filled with unsent toys. He is a cub who survived the war in another world, with mysterious abilities and his late father's last words: "There is evil in the world, but there will always be someone who will love you on my behalf."
When the cold building meets the beast-like survival wisdom, when the broken heart meets the clumsiest warmth. They clumsily moved closer, licking each other's wounds.
He taught him that love can transcend blood ties and heal the deepest pain. He told him: Even if he has inhuman strength, he deserves to be loved clumsily but firmly by an "ordinary" father.
This is a story about redemption and healing, a story about an "ordinary" father and a "special" Zai Zai, planting flowers of hope in the dust.
On a rainy night, I took a detour home and found a four-year-old boy in a garbage dump.
He clutched the moldy bread and was as alert as a cub, but when I had a fever, he clumsily pressed it against my forehead: "Daddy, it's not hot." It wasn't until the construction site collapsed that I was buried, and I heard his heartbreaking cry.
The moment the gravel hovered, I saw the blue light flowing in his eyes - it was not a miracle, but a mark that he came from another war-torn world.
On the day he was discharged from the hospital, he huddled in a corner and asked: "The monster... Will abandon me?" The deep fear of a war orphan was in his voice.
I trembled and opened the toy box that had been dusty for three years: "Idiot, it's me who should be afraid..." I choked with sobs, "I lost the most important person once... Just an ordinary father!"
