Fang Jue took a serious look at the child in front of him. He was only a little over 1.4 Meters tall and was about 13 or 14 years old. He was thin and small.
"You can eat meat if you follow me," he half-crouched and looked at Fang Ting at eye level, "Are you leaving?"
Fang Ting pursed his lips and gently grabbed Fang Jueyan's clothes, which was a silent agreement.
That year, Fang Jueyan was twenty-five, and he raised a child as big as a fart.
"Do you remember your name?"
"Fangting."
"Stop crying, be good." Fang Jueyan stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears.
He didn't know how much he would change because of this child, nor did he know that he would be entangled with Fang Ting for the rest of his life.
Demining: Nianxia Zhengu
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Motto: Life is short, cherish the people in front of you.