Dad.
Dad.
Father.
You.
He.
Who?
Yan Shenjing's name for Yan Ruozhuo changed like this, from a one-and-a-half-year-old babbling to a thirty-seven-year-old who started a family.
From intimacy, to alienation, to strangers.
Perhaps this is the best distance for them. If you are too close, you will understand the feeling of not being able to love, but if you are too far, you will miss them deeply. This is the best result for them.
It wasn't until Yan Ruozhuo was ill and lying on the hospital bed that Yan Shenjing shed tears, held his hand tightly and said, "Dad, I love you."
After turning seventeen, he told his dad that he loved you for the first time.
It will probably be the last time that Yan Ruozhuo pays the price of youth and frivolity on his behalf. He is no longer young and can no longer be frivolous. Yan Ruozhuo is also old.
Yan Shenjing was willing to give them a way to live, even though it was the death of his youthful dream.
[Main cp does not mean together. ]
[Filling holes is irregular, with Death's sickle as the main method. ]