Little Wuwang also stared blankly at the man, father and son both in this manner, gazing at each other from a distance.
At a certain moment.
Little Wuwang suddenly sniffled his little nose, then promptly lifted his chubby, yet-to-slim-down baby legs, and dashed towards Yixuan.
"Daddy—!!" The child's tender voice carried a hint of heartbreaking sobs, and immediately, he shot towards Yixuan like a little cannonball, crashing into his embrace.
Yixuan staggered backwards from the impact, retreating a full ten meters before finally landing with a thud, lying flat on the ground.
The ground was hard, causing a sore feeling in his back, but he didn't mind at all.
His arms tightened, hugging his son tightly who had toppled onto him.
He gently patted Wuwang's little head over and over, seeing the child's reddened eyes and nose, stubbornly holding back tears, unwilling to cry, made Yixuan's heart ache.
